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women write sex better than men
says martin amis. agreement? rebuttal? can a person even tell the difference? try taking this QUIZ: were these sex scenes written by a man or a woman? warning: they are, every one of them, nsfw and deliciously awful! i only scored 4/10 - let me know how you did! -
*EYEROLL*
NOW what's wrong with y!g? 404 error, anyone?
PLUS: more good advice from miss d... "I really have to stop running with turtles in my hands." -
i made a pickchur
i took this with my cheap old digital camera, and then asswhupped it with photobucket's "edit" function. i love that thing. anyways, it's called "i no u love me."
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nuns in the gym
i can't remember the plot, but last night's dream included a gym full of nuns in their underwear (one was doing one-handed push-ups, i SWEAR), a plane crash, a shrinking elevator, and liza minelli and me cleaning the lobby of the belaggio in grey prison jumpsuits. mine said "storm warning" on it. hers said "triple threat ( Read more... ) -
dreamt of in your philosophy
so i was straightening up the guys' bathroom (i don't even go IN the girls' bathroom unless it's cleaning day) and this is what i saw written on the back of badger's bottle of Old Spice - "If your grandfather hadn't worn it, you wouldn't be here." my first thought was "damn, now THAT'S packaging" and my second thought was "hey - MY grandfathers ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: TMI
that he'd spent his summer vacation working as a stripper with a sideline in blowjobs, for heroin.
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ok, like
imagine you love somebody a whole lot, and then s/he gets converted to a religion you find inexplicable and kind of repellent. and it's evangelical. and you look at him/her over the cereal in the morning and you realise you barely recognise her/him. there's still this pull, this love, but you don't know what to do with it any more ( Read more... ) -
well let's see
still broke an' medicated, but it's hot and sunny, the dog is playing with her skateboard, lil' ginge the hummingbird is chasing all rivals out of the star-jasmine, the back yard smells awesomely like jasmine, nasturtiums, and compostand miss d is pretending to be a television. (for those of you who don't know miss d., she's nearly six. and a ( Read more... ) -
200 words
Gerritt drives until the headlights and streetlights start blurring together and he knows he has to pull in somewhere before he wrecks the pick-up. Once he's got the motel-room door locked, he kicks his boots off and lies down in his clothes; the adrenaline high that's got him this far's fading, and he's tired enough that he's starting not to care ( Read more... )
