Life Gets Busy

Work is burying me – too busy to post for the last few days and won’t for a few more – just wanted to check in and let you know that.

Shoulders Are Good, Too

Ok, I’m pretty much a typical horndawg who tends to really get off on breasts and muffs and ass.

But shoulders are nothing to sneeze at.

WTF Foto of the Day

THE SKREED

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Luv Is…

Absorvente

Luv Is… from Nina Paley on Vimeo.

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FAIL Nation: Accident Waiting to Happen FAIL

“I Never Goes Swimmin’ with Bald-Headed Wimmen…”

So that title, in case you don’t know, is one of the alternate lyrics to “Popeye the Sailor Man” (another popular alternative being “never go swimmin’ with bow-legged wimmen.”

I’m not talking about swimming here, but I am talking about bald women.  (Not muff bald – I’ve done that before in another post – but women who have no or little hair on their heads.)  And I DO go “swimmin” with them – or have done, if by swimmin we mean sex.  (Have to spell these things out sometimes.)

Sex Buds or More?

So I’m semi-involved with someone now.  Yeah, what does semi-involved mean?  For me, it means that we’ve gone out a few times and slept together a few times and could be getting to that point where we may be saying, “So are we something more than just sex buds?”

Doctor Joke

I’m in a jokey mood this week – so probably will be posting a few of these.  Here’s one I’ve always liked:

So there’s this doctor, and he and his wife are having a big shouting argument one morning, and he ends it by yelling, “And you know what else?  You’re no good in bed either!”  Then he storms out of the house.

Later the doctor feels ashamed and regrets saying that, so when he has a break in the afternoon, he calls his wife to apologize.  It takes her so long to answer that he’s about to hang up.

“Hey, what took you so long to answer?” he asks.

“Sorry, I was in bed,” she replies.

“In bed?  What were you doing still in bed?” the doctor says.

“Getting a second opinion!”

Glad To Hear Him Called “Jerk”

I was getting my haircut this weekend (way too short – man, I hate barbers who can’t fuckin’ listen), and there was another guy in one of the chairs talking about Obama, and he kept calling him a jerk.

I’m for Obama but I actually was glad to hear him called a jerk.

A Question of Ties

So, I’m not usually down with ties cuz they choke me too much, but I have to wear them sometimes (like, at work).  (OK, obligatory dick-related sidebar – we’ve all heard about how when guys hang themselves with a rope, it causes them to get a hard-on.  I swear, some days when my tie is really tight, I get a stiffy that just won’t quit.)

Anyway – I don’t like wearing ties very much, except when it’s an after-work thing, and you can loosen them way up, real casual and askew and all, with like your shirttails hanging out, and usually a beer in one hand – and then I like wearing one fine. But even when I don’t like wearing them, I like a good lookin tie.