January 2nd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
OK, so I’ll grant that the costume is eye-catching; and sure, the little bit of (fake?) spooge at the edge of the mouth-hole earns realism points. If that’s really a tissue dispenser on the top of her head, I suppose there’s a certain gonzo panache to that, as well. But at the end of the day, all I can do is shake my head and wonder: “What was she thinking?” Or maybe: “Is that you, Charlotte Simmons?”
Picture found here on Little Midgets.
January 1st, 2005 -- by Bacchus
It’s January 1, my head hurts just a smidge, but life is stunningly good. The Nymph and I spent last night drinking bad champagne and marvelling at how great a year 2004 was for us, and marvelling again at just how bright 2005 is looking. Today we’re going to nap and eat — there’s a big turkey in the house, and somebody else is cooking it. So not much blog for you today!
Still, I couldn’t leave you entirely in the lurch. Will some naked girl/girl wrestling see you through the weekend? Here’s hoping!
Thanks to Ultimate Surrender for the picture.
December 30th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
As the old line goes: “I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like.”
Found on Usenet.
December 29th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Would you buy a used RealDoll on Ebay?
I know not what course others may take, but as for me….
December 27th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Remember that animated .gif of the Joy Rider Fuck Machine I posted in November? It turns out that Violet Blue blogged about one she saw at a party — and wound up getting a free one from the manufacturer. (One of the perks of being an awesome and adventurous sex writer — which she is and I’m so not.) Plus, she gets to devise a better method for attaching dildos to it. Much experimentation in her kitchen with the cool black-and-white institutional dungeon tiles!
December 25th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
This was the second-nicest Christmas card I got this year, from Jordan Capri:
You can see the full sized version here.
(The first-nicest card, of course, was from The Nymph.)
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December 23rd, 2004 -- by Bacchus
I’ve never quite “got” the whole social networking concept. Sounds like Philip from Hot Action (who is so back!) had the same problem, until it got explained to him:
I didn’t really understand how it works, this whole Friendster, MySpace phenomenon. My friend explained it thusly: “You put up a profile and then you write to cute chicks and say ‘You’re cute’ and then you get to bang them.”
That’s not how I usually operate. Anyway, I already waste enough time on the Internet. I’m too lazy to go looking through some website trying to find cute girls to pester.
Can’t I just put up a profile, I wondered, and sit back and let women contact me if they’re interested? Apparently so. But how does that work?
“You give them your email address, then they add you.”
I was confused. If a woman wants to bang me and she already has my email address, wouldn’t it make more sense to just send me an email saying, hi, I want to bang you, instead of going through all this rigamarole with MySpace and profiles and whatnot?
Well apparently the whole appeal of it is that it’s a network. So when you’re all through banging me, you can go on to bang all my hot friends.
Ah. I get it.
