The Book of Whack

"In this world, my child, there are no answers. There are merely questions. And perversions to be analyzed. "

- Me

First we have this fabulous description on a porn film:

"Pretty fucking weird" is not the series of words that I would use to describe this scenario. How about: "Holy Fuck, that is going to be gross..." or "How desperate are you for a shower?! I love New York with all my heart but searching for a place to have a shower "all over" the city?! I don't think so. I prefer not to bathe with the man weaving a basket out of his own hair, given the option. The next question that comes to mind is this: If you feel that this lack of a shower is such an affront to your day, then how exactly are you (and I'm making an educated guess here) going to be comfortable having sex with people along the way?

But now I'm trying to analyze a porn film, so who's the lunatic here?

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The other night, at Urban Thai, I noticed a series of paintings. They clearly have deep cultural meaning - and I could probably do a bit of Googling, learn something, feel smarter and come across as more dignified. But what would be the fun in that?! I much prefer to draw my own conclusions. Here's one of the works - let me know what you think the story is.




As far as I can tell:

A woman is getting serviced while holding a computer mouse (and perhaps watching the above-mentioned film). To their right, there are two men doing renos.

Four guys outside are marking the ground for Hopscotch. One man literally blows smoke into another guy's ass, while another tries to capture one of the men's feet with a lasso.

Oh, and it's clearly a Wednesday.

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When I say I work with "Social Media" most don't know what exactly I do. And who can blame them. But I'm starting to wonder myself, since coming across this ad:

Yes, I do... Or... I ... uh...

I'd write more but I'm totally late for my Spelling Bee!