Ramblings about Porn and other Stuff

Anagrams: “Porno Websites” == “Browse to penis” and “Porn Website”==”Web rot penis”. Scary, huh?

An anagram for “No Hassle Porn” is “No Ass Nor Help” I hope that’s not true. I’m trying to help the world by delivering ass!

If you’d like to help me, check the links in the right-hand column. I especially suggest DVD Empire, they ship discreetly, and you can mix in mainsteam titles into your order. Saves you from having to have a ‘big box of porn’ show up. Instead you can order a bunch of mainstream movies and have a few ‘other’ titles on the order, too.

I’m not sure just what she’s got going on at her site.

In two fields rooted in anti-social tendencies, sometimes it is a challenge to tell the difference between computer geeks and serial killers.

And for your afternoon meal, you can have the choice of breast or leg.
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In honor of Thanksgiving, the day when many of us eat turkey, let us remember that some people like to let the turkey eat them .

ps. I’ll be back later with more porn.

We’ve all noticed that strippers and porn chicks will have names like luxury cars…
Mercedes, Lexus, Porsche (Portia)

They’ll even take SUV or truck names if they have a Native American feel, like Dakota or Cherokee.

One day I want to see a stripper use something more unique like F-150 or Q35.
Only then will I know I’ve found my soulmate.

A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. While her dad gets his hair cut, she stands right next to the barber chair, eating a Hostess snack cake. The barber says to her, “You know, sweetheart, you’re gonna get hair on your Twinkie.”
“I know,” she replies. “I’m gonna get tits too.”

A man and his wife were driving home one very cold night when the wife asks her husband to stop the car.
There was a baby skunk lying at the side of the road, and she got out to see if it was still alive.
It was, and she said to her husband, “It’s nearly frozen to death. “Can we take it with us, get it warm, and let it go in the morning?”
He says, “Put it in between your legs. It’s always nice and warm there.
“But what about the smell?”

“Just hold its nose.”

Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.
His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.

One day a few weeks later, Bill came home. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. “What’s wrong, Bill?” she asked. “Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?” “Oh, Bill, you didn’t.” “Yes, I did.”
“My God, Bill. What happened?” “I got fired”
“No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?”
“Oh. She got fired too.”