Ahhh, the joys of a Friday off–sleeping late, browsing all the juicy sites with abandon, plenty of coffee…then I spotted this loading in a window and my heart jumped into my throat:

What a gorgeous suit! It comes in other colors too, but… ooooh …what could be better than that red?

I don’t remember how I got there, but this and other luscious fetishwear is available at the brand-spankin’-new Imp of Satan store. They’re located in Seattle, and say they ship worldwide. Did I hear someone say, “Road trip!”? :D

This humorous rant comes with a special TMI warning for men. Funny, for all that. Just the beginning:

Yes, the commies are invading. This led to a desperate 1 a.m. expedition to the store to get more supplies with which to hold off the onslaught.

This ritual, which I suppose all women must perform, is a neverending source of frustration and dread to me. I once more faced the Aisle Of The Damned. The first assault was visual, my retinas were swiftly overwhelmed with packages colored garish, Barbie-pink, soothing aqua, lively yellow, or forebrain-searing turquoise. The second assault was olfactory. Whatever unholy perfume they hose those things down with is second in offensiveness only to baby products.

Yet women still wonder why men are neither sanguine nor cheerful when asked to shop for these items?

Link via Mistress Matisse.

I finally finished the big database cleanup I’ve been working on, and decided to treat myself with some fun browsing. And lookie what I found:

My sex life better improve soon! I don’t know that i can stand browsing Sssh.com much more … I just discovered their audio files. O M G …

That reminds me … I promised y’all a fantasy and haven’t delivered on it yet. I’ll try to write it up over the weekend — which starts for me in a few hours. :P

Been mui busy on a big project here, so I’ve not been making my usual rounds. That’s how I missed this fun invitation over at My Secret Fantasies:

Aha lassy, there is pirate blood in my veins.

Lots of folks are decended from pirates ya know. You could be a pirate.

Don’t think so? You don’t have any pirate in ya?

Well then, Lassy, would ya like some?

There’s a nice picture that accompanies the rest of the post.

I wouldn’t say no to him …. :)

“J” from The Orgy indentifies a speculative link between buying a house and decreased blowjob frequency:

My friend J2 mentioned that, since he and his girlfriend have bought a house, he’s noticed a marked decrease in blowjobs received.

I half-expected him to pull out a flip-chart with a graph on it.

Given the increasing infrequency with which I receive oral sex, I can’t imagine what might happen if the wife and I buy a house of our own.

How about it, all you real estate magnates out there? Has this happened to you? And have you got a chart to prove it?

According to Radosh, who has audio to prove it, a very good modern answer on Jeopardy got rejected in favor of a deeply obsolete one:

Jeopardy champion Ken Jennings is robbed of $200 when Alex Trebek rejects his response to the clue, “This term for a long-handled gardening tool can also mean an immoral pleasure seeker.”

Jennings had said, “What is a ho?” The “right” answer: “What is a rake?”

Thanks to Eugene Volokh for the link.

You know those protests where PETA activists take off half their clothing, and then (usually) hide their resultant semi-nudity behind placards promoting the virtues of pleather made out of asparagus-flavored tofu? Or whatever; I suspect I’m not alone in getting distracted from the message by my attempts to find shots from a side or rear viewing angle. Assisting me in my voyeuristic efforts is this huge gallery of naked protest pictures. Trust Naked Protesters to have found the link.