I always thought it was in springtime when a young man's thoughts turneth to lurve. But looking over my f-list, it's definitely this time of year when both sexes start feeling the growling groinal hunger.
I must admit I'm slightly smitten myself and have bothered the long-suffering Mrs. Pilchard to the point where she says if I don't keep my grubby paws off she'll have me put down like a dog.
I suspect that your troubles began when you took a holiday from wanking. One needs to mangle the member fairly frequently, just to avoid these unhealthy obsessions with wimmin. Or their bits.
damn their bits! my groin doth hunger like the cur in the alley. when it starts howling i know i am in danger.
i was thinking of re-initiating my fast, simply because i am so carnal lately. REALLY put myself through the ringer. i am already a day in, and i will be up until four am bouncing, so i will fall right to bed when i get home...i might just give it a whirl.
after i fuck that hollowed rubber snake for mary, that is.
the first week you are ok. you are still buzzing from it. and your body, the big dope, thinks there is more coming. literally.
the second week it knows something is wrong. it starts giving you those signals.
the third week is nuthouse lunacy.
the fourth week is the depression.
month one to infinity is a slow, steady decline into the type of madness that lets people get interested in such things as ham radio, stamp collecting, pricking people in the back of the legs with hat pins in the subway, and watching american idol.
Re: i think you'd be good.archiedavisOctober 28 2005, 18:24:12 UTC
of course!
i am already writing my sequel to the award winning THE ANAL CONQUISTADOR AND THE LOST CITY OF SCRUMP.
its tentatively called ALL HANDS ON ME: AN INSIDERS LOOK PAST THE POOP DECK. i am trying to get a bidding war up. all i need to show them are the wet knickers i stole from oprah after she read only a few pages. at least she SAID she was oprah.....
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smohammad has to fight the fellows off with a stick.
twice the uteruses means twice the womanly allure!
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want to put a fiver on it?
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Thanks. Because it's not like I'm already tightly wound. Very. Tightly. Wound.
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its kind of comforting to know not everyone else isn't having fantastical sex i am not privvy to. lets start a club.
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We can hold parties and call them "Blue Balls."
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wow. i like this idea.
they will each end with a money shot, with silly string and whipped cream being launched hither and yon.
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I must admit I'm slightly smitten myself and have bothered the long-suffering Mrs. Pilchard to the point where she says if I don't keep my grubby paws off she'll have me put down like a dog.
I suspect that your troubles began when you took a holiday from wanking. One needs to mangle the member fairly frequently, just to avoid these unhealthy obsessions with wimmin. Or their bits.
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my groin doth hunger like the cur in the alley.
when it starts howling i know i am in danger.
i was thinking of re-initiating my fast, simply because i am so carnal lately. REALLY put myself through the ringer. i am already a day in, and i will be up until four am bouncing, so i will fall right to bed when i get home...i might just give it a whirl.
after i fuck that hollowed rubber snake for mary, that is.
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You do care!
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literally.
the second week it knows something is wrong. it starts giving you those signals.
the third week is nuthouse lunacy.
the fourth week is the depression.
month one to infinity is a slow, steady decline into the type of madness that lets people get interested in such things as ham radio, stamp collecting, pricking people in the back of the legs with hat pins in the subway, and watching american idol.
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Although really, I might just jump a hot stranger regardless.
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watching that show is the first step into a scary path none of us should walk alone.
just dont jump that hat pin guy.
something about him just aint right.
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i am already writing my sequel to the award winning THE ANAL CONQUISTADOR AND THE LOST CITY OF SCRUMP.
its tentatively called ALL HANDS ON ME: AN INSIDERS LOOK PAST THE POOP DECK. i am trying to get a bidding war up. all i need to show them are the wet knickers i stole from oprah after she read only a few pages.
at least she SAID she was oprah.....
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