Too many links that are going to get lost if I don't put them here NOW.
Angsty soapbox girl has much to rant about:
Some idiot scientist needs to keep his mouth shut about sex without condoms even if it is medically accurate info. And revoke his kilt license, too. Remember gents, go commando in your kilts, not your quilts. Yes, of course it's evolutaionarily programmed into us to feel better when our girly bits are shot full of happy penis juice. I know it, she knows it, they know it, even a lot of lesbians have come to know (pun intended). But considering the dangers of spreading that info around to the happy-fuck-bunnies who keep getting told condoms are bad, or aren't being told about condoms at all and have no sense of responsibility regarding where they stick their genitals? SHUT THE FUCK UP. When we've found a cure for AIDS and all it requires is snuggling kittens, then you can go spouting the truth, but until then, seriously ... SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Oh yeah, and Mississippi? This includes you. Come kiss my no-no square and show the kids other ways of pleasuring themselves besides rubbing their thighs together and taking it up the ass bareback, shall we? By the way, I know it's called a "box," but that's just slang ... my mango ain't square in any sense of the word.
Is it Monday yet? 'Cause I feel like some fucking zen
Angsty soapbox girl has much to rant about:
Some idiot scientist needs to keep his mouth shut about sex without condoms even if it is medically accurate info. And revoke his kilt license, too. Remember gents, go commando in your kilts, not your quilts. Yes, of course it's evolutaionarily programmed into us to feel better when our girly bits are shot full of happy penis juice. I know it, she knows it, they know it, even a lot of lesbians have come to know (pun intended). But considering the dangers of spreading that info around to the happy-fuck-bunnies who keep getting told condoms are bad, or aren't being told about condoms at all and have no sense of responsibility regarding where they stick their genitals? SHUT THE FUCK UP. When we've found a cure for AIDS and all it requires is snuggling kittens, then you can go spouting the truth, but until then, seriously ... SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Oh yeah, and Mississippi? This includes you. Come kiss my no-no square and show the kids other ways of pleasuring themselves besides rubbing their thighs together and taking it up the ass bareback, shall we? By the way, I know it's called a "box," but that's just slang ... my mango ain't square in any sense of the word.
Is it Monday yet? 'Cause I feel like some fucking zen