One of the unexpected side benefits of the growing rage for candid upskirt photography is this final definitive answer to that age old question: What does a Scotsman wear under his kiltie?

Knowledge I could have done without.

Woe be unto him, who would be deserving of this curse:

May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your pubic hair, may you be forced to lick sweat from the balls of every water buffalo in Asia, and may you forever share your house and bed with a woman like this one:

I get pretty lazy about sex acts that require alot of work, like blow jobs: I can live the rest of my life without doing it, honestly. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike them but I wouldn’t miss them either. Let’s just say that I give enough to shut the guy up but I need to be motivated, like if he decides to cook me a great dinner, or takes me out someplace fun. I know, I’m supposed to just love doing it without thinking about what I may get in return but blow jobs are not a labor of love to me….

I’m not saying cutting corners on giving blow jobs is admirable, it isn’t, but I’ve done my share and if I have to use a little teeth to discourage some guys from ever asking again, I’ll do it. That way, it’s got to be so bad, they’d have to be masochists to ask me again. (I only did it lightly, as the last thing I wanted was for the guys to get hurt. I just wanted it to be bad enough that they wouldn’t want me to blow them again.)

Attributed to one “Laura the Tooth” (well, actually just Laura) over on Yellow Curious, the curiously racialized blog where every person mentioned gets identified by race before the author says whatever it is he has to say about them.

I get a lot of people who write in looking to get on the blog roll. Whether that happens tends to depend on intangible factors, but it almost never happens immediately. Usually I dump those emails into a folder to look at when I’m short of blogging material; and there’s stuff a year old in there that I haven’t looked at yet.

I can’t offer tips on what’s likely to strike my fancy. But I can offer the following tips on what not to do:

1) Send me an email about your nifty blog — and omit to send along a link. Believe it or not, this happens a lot.

2) Ask for a link…but don’t put up a link to ErosBlog. For extra points, ask for links to your “blog” that doesn’t have any outgoing links.

3) Ask to “exchange” links. I figure, if you like ErosBlog, you’ll already have a link up. And if you don’t like it, odds are you’ll “forget” to put up my link later.

4) Ask for a link to your nifty new blog “that only has one post so far.”

5) Ask for a link to your blog — that doesn’t exist at the specified URL a mere week later.

I could go on in this vein, but that’s a good start.

Here’s a young lady so eager to catch the bouquet, she jumped right up out of her dress for it. If it’s a husband she was after, I’m guessing this was a pretty good advertising strategy:

Of course, there’s always a risk this pic is a Photoshop job. You pays your money (no, wait, you didn’t) and you takes your chances.

Your tax dollars at work: according to this news report [link broken and removed], the United States government has researched the matter and has scientifically determined that sex makes us happy. Profound grasp of the obvious, there!

What I found interesting, although not surprising, is that the study (of 16,000 people) found that more than a fifth (22%) had not had sex at all in the previous year. You know that intuitive sense you get, that a lot of the people you run into every day badly need to get laid? You were right all along!

Here’s a nice doggie who has found Momma’s special stick and wants to play a game of fetch:

Isn’t that the cutest thing?

Don’t talk to me about the wisdom of the ancients:

“And it is absolutely NOT necessary for wives to move at all. For a women prevents and battles pregnancy if in her joy, she answers the man’s lovemaking with her buttocks, and her soft breasts billow forward and back; for she diverts the ploughshare out of the furrow and makes the seed miss its mark. Whores practice such movements for their own reasons, to avoid conception and pregnancy, and also to make the lovemaking more enjoyable for men, which obviously isn’t necessary for our wives.”

— Lucretius (60 B.C.)

Found via a link over on Tiny Nibbles.