Thought of the day (yesterday):
I don't care what the situation is, a man should be able to distinguish between the smell of gasoline and the smell of urine.

At one point this weekend, I was up on a decently pitched roof (12/12, or however you say it) of a two-floor house, with no form of safety, slopping tar on some holes. Later, it occured to me that, given the precariousness of the situation, it's quite likely that, in at least a few parallel dimensions splitting off from that moment, my foot slipped ( Read more... )

If we ever do get to the point where there are large, man-eating plants, there will be at least one species whose flower/lure resembles a bottle in a brown paper bag.

For someone who has few, if any, reservations about scrounging other peoples' leftovers, I get pretty snooty about people applauding between movements at the symphony ( Read more... )

( What passes for an adventure in my life )

( Not for weak stomachs )

I wanted to say that putting Preperation H on a Rottweiler was like a rodeo, but she didn't seem to mind at all. I think I made a good choice upgrading to the cooling gel.

Every father risks the moment of realizing his little princess likes anal play.

OK, here's the situation ( Read more... )

So, after a few people, specifically women of notable physical attraction, made comments recently about me posting more, I figured I'd give it a whirl.
( My Rockin Weekend )

Need to get away? Maybe somewhere other than Tonga