I am running a bit late this morning, so just a quicky and I will blog more from the car later on in the day...again, I do not text and drive...I only blog and drive (not really). I have brought up "The Doberman" that lives with me a few times. On this blog I have brought him up specifically in Hannibal the Doberman and Trapped On High. High time I posted a picture of him here. Again, he is a rescue. I am not even completely certain as to how old he is. His owner died in November of 2009 and at the time I was told Hanny was around eight or nine. Now, we are thirteen months into his residence here. Making him nine or ten...truth is, I suspect he is closer to eleven or twelve. He has some swelling going on, and very little energy [Read more...]
Before anyone asks, I had the NFL website up on one tab, but no television or radio makes it a very dull watch...so I have Rush crooning about Nobody's Hero and am surfing for writing ideas for the next week. Now...Why is it called the "money shot"? Actually, I do know the answer and, as usual, I'm going to type a few extra characters so that no explicit sexual commentary shows up on my Facebook blurb for those that don't fucking want to read that shit. Wait...I did that wrong...FUCK! Oh well, so the money shot, of course was the shot that cost the most money to make. In the case of pornography, where I believe it is recently used more common than anywhere else I am aware of, it is the point when the man orgasms and his sperm ends up [Read more...]
"This is awesome." Gray whistled as he walked along the beach. His bare chest glistened with oil, and the long navy blue bathing shorts almost down to his knees. His feet were sockless and covered with black flip flops sloshing beneath him. The waves splashed at the rockdy beach like a tongue playing with genitals with the Sun in attendance over head. A few small boats passed off in the distance. Gray smiled at the blonde walking along the path the other way. "How you doing?" Her quizzical look returned to him as she pulled her coat around her and pushed white breath from between her thin lips. As soon as she stopped looking, Gray allowed himself to shiver. Goosebumps made his legs rub together like sandpaper. "Damn, I look good," he [Read more...]
Just drying off after a shower when, low and behold, one of my favourite songs showed up on my iTunes schedule...perhaps you know it.
"Pork chops!" Polly blinked. Dennis said it again, "Pork chops! Would you like a pork chop?" Polly wagged his nub of a tail in agreement. "Yeah, I figured you would like that." Dennis wiped his hands on the fropnt of his white apron. "I'm a master with the Foreman!" Polly wagged more agreement. Polly three pork chops out of the package, he lay them on a plate. He took the plate over to the Foreman Grill perched on top of the microwave and lay the three pieces of meat on it and closed it. He picked up his beer and wandered into the living room. Dennis was average height and a little overweight, but carried it so most would not notice. His hair was mostly gray on both his head and beard. "That's why we like you, Mulder. You're ideas [Read more...]
Lately I have been stretching the boundaries of my sphere, shall we say. This all started, roughly a year ago when I finally broke down and signed onto Twitter for the first time. Thanks to BlackBerry technology, I am not certain I ever sign off of there anymore...I wake up in the middle of the night, flip my phone open and let the Tweets sing me back to sleep. Just in the fall I made a new friend on there, it seems...we'll call her Molly. She stumbled on to my blog and, liking what she saw she dragged me to a site she runs called Just Kinky. Cute site that seems to be in a growth mode. Since I joined in late December, the membership has gone up by ten percent. I take full responsibility for this, of course. *cough*BULLSHIT!*cough*. [Read more...]
That particular term, "Hobble De Ga Ga", was one I heard from a morning radio host of The Mix 99.9 Toronto named Rob Christie...ohhhh...let us say 1994 or there abouts. It was his generic radio morning-man censorship of the word "fucking". Rob Christie is now doing morning radio in Edmonton...not entirely sure what he did wrong to deserve the punishment of Edmonton, but at least he is still going. Anyhow, I digress. One of these days I would like to post a blog while in the throws of the hobble de ga ga. Then again, who wouldn't?...well, perhaps with the exception of those that do not blog. As for those that don't blog, I agree with George Bush Sr.'s take on them: No, I don't know that atheists should be regarded as citizens, nor should [Read more...]
"This can't be happening." Cliff could only hear his own voice echoing in his head as the music bleated out any other sound. Currently the DJ was sharing a golden oldie of GnR welcoming people to the jungle at full volume. The strobes showed people bumping and grinding on the dance floor. He had expected they would get back to the hotel by now, but Mrs. Philips, Shannon, wanted to play. She had suggested this retro club after dinner. They had a drink, they danced and they laughed at the memories the music brought back. Now, Cliff stood with his back rigid against the wall and behind some booths. His red sweater flashing with the strobe, he looked down at Shannon, on her knees and with his erection in her mouth. She seemed oblivious [Read more...]