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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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[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.