Madam, I am a Dunce

I'd like to start out by apologizing to the nonprofits to whom I've given talks. I tried to give you insight on how to spread your message effectively, but I've neglected the most important method.

Naming on game high-scores:


I don't know how I missed it. When you name yourself after your (in this case) asshat message you accomplish... Now what was that then...? Can I also assume that all the messages are the same because you were essentially playing with yourself? Well, that's useful, because you'll be doing plenty of it.

-- More Lunacy--

4th of July Will Never Be The Same...

Fireworks! Hey they so damn vanilla! What can we do to bump up the kink?


I feel warmer and wetter already!

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Who's Your Follower?!

I just got an email from Twitter, notifying me that BizarreSex* is following you on Twitter".

Well, that was bound to happen.

As Corey Rollins put it on his Facebook comment: "Well played, Twitter".

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The Story of Y

Often when I read erotic fiction, it becomes clear that the advantage porn has (beyond its visual nature) is that its creators have quite possibly actually had sex.

In so many stories, even the mechanics of the act ring false. (E.g. "Her clitoris jumped out at him".)

And if you think porn dialogue is ludicrous... The "passage" from this tale** (Giggedy!) has to make you laugh out loud. Else we can't be friends:


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*Actually, a pretty funny (albeit sometimes shocking) site.

**Which reminds me of this awesomeness, which lead to the "Whose Responsible This" Meme.