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[weaktwos]

Today was pretty good. Lunch with Ms Tao was good. We split a pitcher of Margaritas and had lunch. Due to the pitcher o' hooch, we stayed there a while. Then we shuffled off to Fry's to get a scanner as a graduation gift to a friend of ours.

I also bought:
-Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy
-Peter Gabriel's "Shaking the Tree"
-A copy of Astronomy Magazine

I dropped off Ms. Tao, ran some errands, made more plans for Sunday, talked to Binky's mom. Ms. Tao came over again to watch the Kings trounce the Lakers. Go Kings! It was a nail biter in the fourth quarter. The Kings were getting sloppy. Fortunately, they held firm, but their lead was lessened to only 13 or so. Sunday should be a helluva game.

We also watched a bad movie, and I played with her bijon frise awhile. The bad movie was good fun, because we got to pick on it thoroughly. We did the great MST 3k treatment, and it was good.

So, folks, tell me: is there anything that would make you want to masterbate ON the bathroom floor, such that your nipples could rest upon the cold tiles? If so, what exactly would move one to do such a thing?

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[clemidia.livejournal.com]

Whoa, Anne--you're into basketball? Awesome! I'm pulling for the Kings from here--love to see them trounce Shraqk and the rest of the Slakers. Love to show you the Pistons if you're ever Detroit-bound.

MST 3k, eh? Ever catch the one they showed called, "I Blame My Parents"? Absolutely hysterical--I taped it. There was a front-runner to MST even, called Fractured Flickers in the late 70's, early 80's. Ever hear of it? Think I might even have some of those still on tape.

Bathroom floor masturbation? Is that a throwback to The Slums of Beverly Hills or a hidden camera trained on Shimaera at her work? Besides, nipples on the cold floor would preclude much overall bodily heat elsewhere, wouldn't it?

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[weaktwos.livejournal.com]

I'm not a serious basketball fan. But the kings haven't made it this far in YEARS. So, I gotta watch this.

The masturbation reference was from a creepy poem I read a while ago. I just wanted to see if there were any takers on it, that's all. :-)

[clemidia.livejournal.com]

HA! Takers? As in a sign-up sheet for cold nips and hot woman-juices?

Have you seen those new anatomically-correct $7,000 rubberized men dolls that are so life-like that they even have their own custom-fitted, insertable penises that are hooked up to ejaculation pumps? HBO featured them last night on their monthly sex special. They even showed women "trying them on", orally and otherwise--even performing 3-ways...They looked as flexible as mouth putty. Heh, heh. Cervically speaking, it was creepy. No poems, though. Can't imagine people getting into inanimate objects so thoroughly.

You know, speaking of poems--did you read that one online? Sounds vaguely familiar...

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[weaktwos.livejournal.com]

Yup...I saw that episode of "Real Sex" a while ago. It's nice to see there's an equivalent to the female real doll, but it's creepy nonetheless.

Yes, this poem is available online, I mentioned this again, because I made reference to it with Ms. Tao, rendering us simultaneously disgusted and amused. Hence it got a plug in my journal.

[clemidia.livejournal.com]

Well, at least these "dolls" didn't have Sears Dynel wig-hair and obvious seams so sharp they'd cut any vital organ in two.

You said plug. Heh, heh.