“There's nothing wrong with fantasizing about shagging nuns - if God hadn't wanted us to do that he wouldn't have given them such sexy uniforms.
But you coveted a ginger. That is a crime against humanity and you will burn for it.”
Writes the HungBunny.
Well, yes, undoubtedly, but in due course.
I don’t expect a bolt of lightning to strike me down this instant; that mostly happens on golf courses, which I try to avoid (I take our Japanese visitors to strip clubs rather than golfing. They seem to enjoy it more, the pervos. I just go because I am obligated to entertain our clients. All the other times were just to insure quality control).
Now, I am not sure why God doesn’t like golfers, they seem like decent enough fellows. Maybe it’s the Argyle sweater vests, jodhpurs and pastel shirts, which in my mind are a worse crime against fashion and humanity than me lusting after gingers, Nuns or no.
Gingers are all freckly, giving the appearance of a “Magic Eye” puzzle. The trick is that you defocus your eyes a wee bit and then you can see the naughty bits.
I find that a quite charming diversion during long, boring conference calls.
Besides, as long as I ground my tin foil hat, I should be quite safe.
Sure, God could drop a meteorite on me, rather like he did the dinosaurs; but then he’d run the risk the only human survivor being a annoyingly happy purple-furred gayer with an attraction to the children of the next ascendant species.
Closing in on a milestone.
Well, who’d a thunk it? I’m within spitting distance of having 10,000 unique hits.
No, I’m not talking about LSD, although sometimes this blog may look like it.
I am, in fact, referring to unique blog hits. Multiple page loads from a single computer don’t count, unless they are spaced 30 minutes from the previous viewing.
Now, this is small potatoes for the big fish who can afford ad agencies, real coffee and talented writers, but for a small blog like this; well, let’s just say that I’m proudly looking forward to it.
Especially, since this milestone (spanking Pamela Anderson) was achieved (hot red headed women) without any (Keeley from Bromley) underhanded (mango chutney flavoured sex jelly) and sleazy (lockable ostrich feather tickle-thong) Google search engine manipulation.
Of course, this does raise the question, what the heck are you all doing at work? You can’t all have incriminating photos of your employers like I do (boss porn)….
UPDATE ! (女の子の行為の熱い女の子)
No, No, NO! A Thousand times NO!
Who in blue blazes would buy this for their children? I mean, what sort of message does this give to kids; it’s okay to reach into a clown’s drawers?And where are his hands?"Hi Kiddies" He seems to be saying. "I'm making a balloon animal for you. It's a snake!"This. Is. Wrong.
(Thanks for the pic, Emily M.)