There’s something to be said for loud music:

Thanks again to Your Dirty Mind for pointing to this gallery of concert flashers.

On a message board I’m not going to link to because of the sheer weight of dumbassed adolescent misogyny over there, some troll posted the following query:

After you finger a girl what do you do to get the smell off your fingers?

Soap and water doesnt usually work….

I dont like shaking ppls hands knowing my hand smells like tuna lol.

Any suggestions?

Most responses were even stupider than the question. However, one grownup posted an answer that really made me grin:

Find a woman whose pussy you love, and you’ll never want to be without her scent on you… ever. Nothing like sniffing your fingers 3 hours after sex and reliving it all over again.

“If you don’t love pussy THIS MUCH you are not big enough to get on this ride.”

From the most-viewed section of the interesting Mobog phone-cam photoblogging site:

Happy New Year!

I know, you’ve all said it so many times, it’s lost meaning. But for a change, I’m saying it with feeling, not to mention a silly grin on my face. The last few New Year’s Eve celebrations, I’ve said it but I haven’t really believed it. Life’s been comfortable, but when old year changed to new, there’s been nothing to suggest that the new years would hold any more promise than the old. This year’s different.

The Nymph called at (my) midnight, and our mutual wishes for a Happy New Year felt more like promises than like the usual vaguely hopeful admonition. Something to look forward to (and I don’t just mean her visit, as much as I am looking forward to it) makes this holiday a lot more fun.

She’s working tonight, but she’ll call again when she’s safely home. Meanwhile, I’ve got an open bottle of cheap bubbly to work on. And a good year to look forward to, by the grace of Aphrodite’s continued favor and with any luck at all.

I say again, Happy New Year!

From Boing Boing comes this news that Mattel has lost another round in its efforts to suppress Barbie parodies. Apparently the internet is once again safe for Food Chain Barbie as against the ravening depredations of Mattel’s lawyers:

(Long time readers will remember that abusing trademark law in bogus efforts to control the use of products in the stream of commerce after a manufacturer has sold them really piss me off.)

I wonder if this means that the thriving underground Bondage Barbie hobby is back in business?

An anecdote from the comments at Making Light:

Noah Webster, the famous lexicographer, was once found by his wife while he was kissing [or, alternatively, undressing] the cook [or maid] in the pantry. The wife said, “Noah, I am surprised at your action!” To which he replied, “No, YOU are amazed and offended, dear. WE are surprised…”

There’s been some nice feedback at FleshBot on my Unlimited Free Porn article. Glad I could help!