On a “men’s penis health” fakeblog that shall remain deservedly nameless, I found the word “musterbate”.

Dudes who can’t spell “masturbate” are a perennial internet joke, but usually they go for “masterbate”. “Musterbate” is a new one for me, but I kinda like it. Since a “muster” is a gathering, usually of men for a military purpose, musterbation conjures visions of young military gentlemen congregating for mutual pleasure. That sure ain’t my fantasy, but let’s just say it’s a fantasy that’s not unheard of in certain circles.

And now, there’s a word for it.

Here’s the ultimate (no, wait, make that the penultimate) in model service. The sexy-and-she-knows-it Terry Lightspeed strikes a pose, and then, knowing that if you were there, you wouldn’t be able to resist running your hand over her ass for a good squeeze, does it for you. How thoughtful is that?

I’m usually the last person to see these things, so you’ve probably already heard this one. But still, it’s got to be the best blonde joke ever.

Yeah, it’s a little bit stupid, but many of the best jokes are.

Sometimes Hot Action makes me snort my iced tea out my nostrils, with drollery like this:

A bunch of lube leaked all over the inside of my backpack. Awesome! Now everything I own can be inserted anywhere.

The realist in me knows that most “public nudity” photos floating around the internet in places like alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. voyeurism are commercially produced porn; no matter how hard the photographer tries to sell “I just snapped this shot of my girlfriend being playful on the way to Dennys”, I’m generally not buying. But every now and then the pornographer’s art creates a shot that invites belief. Something about this girl’s absolutely brilliant smile makes me want to believe that she’s (a) having the time of her life and (b) more interested in the photographer’s arousal than in his checkbook.

I’ve been seeing these references to some kind of internet funny thing, a musical machinima video of vast hilarity entitled “The Internet Is For Porn”. Bah, ho hum, who has time? And besides, I write a sex blog, I already knew that’s what the internet is for, how do you make funny out of a truism?

Then I saw it:

I can’t stop laughing.

Thanks to the commenters for letting me know the actual song comes from the comedic and theatrical musical Avenue Q.

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I’ve heard of tourists trying to torment the famously stone-faced guards at Buckingham Palace. This guy in the funny Germanic helmet is no Beefeater, but he’s obviously got a similar job description. OK, little minx, feel free to try and make his Heinrich pop up, but you don’t have to be so downright mean about it: