Posts Tagged “sex”I was thinking about something today. Sex is great and wonderful, but so is laughter. I’m not talking about little giggles either. I’m talking about deep belly laughter. Laughing uncontrollably. Laughing so hard that tears come out of your eyes. Laughing so hard, that you simply cannot stop. The feeling after one of those laughs is very similar to the feeling that I have after I orgasm. It just feels good.
While some of this is in jest, what is more wasteful — a surprise, expensive diamond or an SUV? Are diamonds really just commodities like orange juice and bacon or are they special since they traditionally mark special events? Do you ever see an ad and think to yourself, “If I got that I would be ______.”? Though I don’t know the details, I’ve heard that diamonds, slavery, and African exploitation are all connected — all in the name of shiny. Yes, I believe that there are some places that don’t have the luxury of choosing good jobs or bad jobs, but the product just holds no value for me. (See also Wilmington NC real estate.) An SUV, while loathsome and expensive, is useful. I could use it as storage or drive around cutting people off. I could tow trucks and park really badly at Home Depot. It’s has some utility and value. Rocks is rocks. With an SUV, I could haul a bunch of them (kinda) And yes, Ron Popeil would sell diamonds if he could. Tags: Bacon, Bad Jobs, Commercials, Commodities, Diamond, Diamonds, Economic Downturn, funny, Furious Anger, Home Depot, Jest, Orange Juice, Product X, Recipient, Red Ribbon, Rocks, Ron Popeil, sex, Storage, Surprise, Trucks, Wilmington Nc Real Estate This is a home made sex change. Random Unrelated Image: Beware Of The Pineapple! Most of you have been under the impression that I am a guy. You are wrong. I was born a guy but I’m a girl on the inside and I’m going to have an operation to correct this over the weekend when i shall finally become Shaniqua. Shaniqua is who I always wanted to be back when i was a child trying on my mothers dresses. I was such a pretty girl and the mirror loved me. I loved to sit on the desk by the table lamp and have my mother stroke my hair with the brush and plat it for me when it was long. I said it was just to give it a wavy look when I unplated it so I could look like Dave Mustaine from Megadeth. But now mom will put two and two together when I’ve had the change and Shaniqua is finally born from the prison and into the social taboos imposed upon me by proper society. I will be walking free and high in my dress with my fully functional post op vagina getting breezed by the summer air. (I’m told scar tissue will be hidden by my pubic hair and I have a few merkins on order till I can grow my own proud feminine bush. I want you all to accept me for this change and understand that I’m still me (more or less) and the Dr. says I can keep what he removes in a pickle jar. I’ll post a pic if you would like. P.S – Does anyone know where I can get Women’s shoes in size 12ee? My little toe keeps getting squashed. *flutters eyes at the boys* P.S.S. – Another reason that I am doing this is because I want my own set of titties to spill ice cream on when I watch chick flicks alone in the dark. Tags: Alone In The Dark, Chick Flicks, Dave Mustaine, Desk, Dresses, drugs, Megadeth, Merkins, Mirror, Mom, Pickle Jar, Pineapple, Pretty Girl, Pubic Hair, rock and roll, Scar Tissue, sex, Sex Change, Social Taboos, Stroke, Table Lamp, Titties, Vagina |
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Commercials are funny; they tell you that if you give PRODUCT X, the recipient will love and cherish not only you — but that moment for the rest of their life. In reality, if I received an expensive diamond or and white SUV wrapped in a bow, I would strike down my loved one with a righteous and furious anger: “WE’RE IN AN ECONOMIC DOWNTURN, OH MY GO- .”
