Todd McFarlane has a new line of figures coming out, including this twisted Dorothy as the bondage slave of the Munchkins. If ErosBlog had a wish list, this would be on it:

Twisted but awesome!

The always entertaining Fred sez:

“The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

Via Survival Arts.

Said to be from the north of England, your agrarian aphorism for the day is “Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher.” Referring, of course, to the idea that a woman who is old enough to menstruate is old enough to have sex.

There aren’t enough fingers and toes to enumerate all the ways in which that aphorism strikes modern sensibilities as politically incorrect. But this sex blog is on record as being, at least, concerned by the fact that our society attempts to condemn sexually adult young people to years of sexless frustration. It’s worth remembering that this attempt is not universal, nor even particularly common, across a greater spectrum of human societies.

Well, not really. But the headline is almost as much fun as the AOL Kills Puppies business below.

Anyway, if you read the Volokh Conspiracy, you will find that the conspirators are having fun discussing the way CBS fudged the numbers on some web pages connected with their recent “Guns in America” show. CBS defined “Kids” and “Juveniles” as including people up to age 24, which they apparently did so that their scare statistics about child firearms deaths could be hugely inflated. (Memo to CBS: Drug dealers — or anyone else — between the ages of 18 and 24 are not kids.) An astute reader then pointed out that Monica was only 23 when she and Bill got down and dirty in the oval office. The result? If you are inclined to believe what CBS reports about guns in America, then you should also believe that Clinton was a child molester.

The formerly shell-shocked Shell from Across the Atlantic provides this anecdote, proof that children don’t need to be trained to be extortionate little pirates:

While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving “right now”she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening,”If you don’t let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy’s pee-pee last night!” The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me were screams of laughter.

Body graffiti, it’s all the rage:

Here’s proof that even bad solutions to engineering problems have to be designed: