Oh…whatever made you think it was Monday?
So while we’re waiting for the caffeine to kick in…
…and if you know why that’s funny, shame on you.
And for us Olde Pharttes:
Now stop dreaming about those evil memories, and get to work.
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Cinemas ‘n’ fingering.
Instant flashback to the 1970s.
Broome in Western Australia.
Sun Picture Theatre — world’s oldest still operating open-air theatre. Cramps, no circulation left in my hand — but by God I wasn’t stopping!!
That last meme in the roster has triggered a recollection of my Worst. Date. Ever.
Flirting with a snow bunny once upon a time. Called herself Cinnamon, and absolutely smoking hot (translation: way outta my league). Miraculously we wind up back at my place & things are going swimmingly. As it becomes apparent I’m going to close the deal, she asks if I have any ties. It was a bit of a non sequitur but I managed to reply in the affirmative. Long story grotesque: she wanted my ties used to tie her down, spread eagle & buck naked. At which point I would beat her with a wire coat hanger until she was bleeding. Because, she expalined, “blood can lubricate the passion.”
As I was showing her the door she hissed at me: “Maybe someday you’ll GROW UP.”
Compared to some requests I’ve had, that was quite a tame one — but then again, rock band, 1970s, etc.
“Porn hurts children, because it gives them unrealistic expectations of how quickly a plumber will show up”