Tag Archive: virgins


I’ve done it again!

Why I never drink Decaf coffee

Why I never drink Decaf coffee

Less than a half hour before panic stations.

The net was down this morning, so I went to the supermarket for some retail therapy.

Therapied myself stupid!

Three bottles of wine and some food. The meat today was crap, so I sufficed with sausages, mincemeat and hotdogs. I also started to buy some bits and pieces for my birthday BBQ next weekend. Much more to buy.

I must appologise to my regulars, the last two posts have been a bit lacklustre, and today’s will be no better.

With the revamp of WP post page, I miss the post title count. In the old format, after you had wiitten in the title, i came up with a count of the number of times you had used that title. It’s gone. I miss it, especially for my regular posts on some blogs. The new page also has a nasty habit that when I click on the parameters for images, it pops up to the top of the page again, then I have to scroll it back down, That’s annoying.

The world doesn't really know where it is going

The world doesn’t really know where it is going

This IS (Islamic State) bullshit, and the death of the American reporter, needs to be dealt with. Along with those nasty bastards Boko Harum. I have nothing against geniune Muslims, but these are just pathetic barbaric bastards that need to be taken out and given their 72 virgins (I hope they are all old shrivelled nuns).

In the state of the world, reading about the economy and the probablity of a mass revolt against the government, they often talk about a ‘spark’ that will ignite the rebellion. I had wondered if this police shooting of the boy in Ferguson would be that spark. But things seems to have calmed down a bit.

It’s all a bit of a worry really.

I see that scientists have discovered the elelment of suprise…

element of surpriseWith that, I’ll love and leave you.

Later.

 

 

I hummed & ahhed

What I was like at 11pm

Yes, I did. Yesterday, at 11pm I hummed and ahhed as to whether or not to bore you.

I decided that with my eyelids closing heavily that bed was the best option.

I just read this:

Does the number of people you’ve slept with matter?

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It was on Outlish Magazine A lifestyle magazine from Trinidad and Tobago.

It raises a very good point. Does it matter? I guess if you’re a Bible-thumping Christian then it might.

Personally, I don’t think so. I have never rejected a partner, a lover or casual acquaintance because they have slept around a bit… or more.

I find it rather hypocritical that society praises as macho the man who follows his genetic role and spreads his seed willy-nilly, then castigates the woman for following her instincts. What a bunch of hypocritical arseholes we are.

We demand that the woman be a virgin. I found one once, a rarity in recent years, it was uncomfortable, awkward and not at all pleasurable. If I ever found another I would probably throw her back into the gene pool.

Have fun

I am a firm believer that, although sex is procreationally directed, it is also fun. I like having fun, and I like my partners to feel like it is fun too.

This whole monogamy thing is a load of hogwash. Of course it was brought about by the Bible which was written by those who wish to control us… a bit like the 1% that the OWS is protesting about.

The whole fear thing about sex simply exists to put the fear of some god into us.

Sure, we have problems in the world relating to STDs and AIDS, but if one takes the appropriate precautions there is no reason to fear.

Changing subject…

Well, it’s Friday. My weekend has started. It’s muggy outside, it’s muggier in here. The sky is cloudy, and the forecast is for torrential rain later and tomorrow. I am in a lather, NO, not because I have been talking about sex, but because of the mugginess. Time to turn the fan on and get demuggified. Then think about reheating the yakisoba that was left over from the other day for lunch.

Then of course I have the additional problem, is it considered bad taste to have a good wine with left-overs?

Each day presents so many little decisions problems, it’s a wonder we ever manage to make it from sunrise to sunset unscathed.

I think that the order of play is yakisoba, wine, nap; in that order.

Later

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