tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36004422350783606172023-11-15T10:50:53.974-08:00Daddy's Little GirlOlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-76453379954275171212009-05-21T01:05:00.000-07:002009-05-21T01:06:19.434-07:00The Man Who, gleaned from Francis Healy of TravisPeople ask me "who are you?"<br />I am me or me am I<br />Even after I reply<br />"The man who."<br />"The man who what?"<br />"Who What? Just who."<br />"I'd rather leave that up to you."<br />"oh," they say and walk away.<br />People ask "Then who am I?"<br />"How should I know?" I reply<br />"You are you" I suppose<br />"but could be him or them or those."<br />"Or just me wearing different clothes"<br />"Oh," they say and walk on by.Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-29825055251679756702009-05-10T12:27:00.000-07:002009-05-21T00:24:19.423-07:00Test your memory with Animal Dance game<object width="367" height="320"><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://kidsgamesblog.com/online/arcade/Animal Dance.swf"><br /> <embed src="http://kidsgamesblog.com/online/arcade/Animal Dance.swf" width="367" height="320"><br /> </embed><br /> </object><br><br /><br /><a href="http://kidsgamesblog.com/free-memory-games/">more memory games</a>Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-29969368555975633492009-05-03T01:42:00.000-07:002009-05-21T00:43:16.939-07:00SOME GREAT QUESTIONS BROUGHT TO YOU BY PETER KAY1) Why does your gynaecologist leave the room when you get undressed?<br /><br /> 2) If a person owns a piece of land do they own it all the way down to<br /> the core of the earth?<br /><br /> 3) Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?<br /><br /> 4) Is it possible to brush your teeth without wiggling your bottom?<br /><br /> 5) Why is it called Alcoholics Anonymous when the first thing you do is<br /> stand up and say, 'My name is Peter and I am an alcoholic'?<br /><br /> 6) Why are they called stairs inside but steps outside?<br /><br /> 7) Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?<br /><br /> 8) Why does mineral water that 'has trickled through mountains for<br /> centuries' have a 'use by' date?<br /><br /> 9) Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a<br /> horrible crisp no one would eat?<br /><br /> 10) Is French kissing in France just called kissing?<br /><br /> 11) Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, 'I think I'll<br /> squeeze these dangly things here and drink whatever comes out'?<br /><br /> 12) What do people in China call their good quality plates?<br /><br /> 13) Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but<br /> don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?<br /><br /> 14) What do you call male ballerinas?<br /><br /> 15) Why is a person that handles your money called a 'Broker'?<br /><br /> 16) If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?<br /><br /> 17) If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from<br /> vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-26128716267681154252009-04-29T15:12:00.000-07:002009-05-21T01:14:27.474-07:00Mentalism Card Trick Revealed<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8Gy-JjVoFs&hl=ru&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8Gy-JjVoFs&hl=ru&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube2hd.com/fix.php?v=e8Gy-JjVoFs&fmt=35">link for download</a>Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-78869617600354123252009-03-29T13:18:00.000-07:002009-05-21T01:19:45.859-07:00What A ShockMy wife came home for lunch today and promptly asked if I would like to move. Huh? It seems a friend of hers owns a house that will become available to rent soon. After the initial 'deer caught in headlights' stare, I thought about it, and it sounds like a much better situation than we're in, now.<br /><br />We live in half a duplex in the suburbs and pay an obscene monthly rent (obscene to me, anyhow, considering I'm currently without job). Renting the house would save us a good chunk of cash, and I might even see if a 'rent-to-own situation' could be worked out. Also, duplex living has gotten old. We usually have nice enough neighbors, but they tend to be a group of four or five young adults splitting the rent who have a love of loud music and beer. I've had to ask them several times to keep it down so I could get some sleep (this was usually during the week day when I was gainfully employed). I really don't believe I should have to drag my tired ass out of bed, put on shoes and a coat and go out in my jammies to ask for common courtesy. That's not was society is all about.<br /><br />We'll take a drive this evening to look at the house. Maybe it's time for a change.Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-28106273766438031732009-03-27T18:35:00.000-07:002009-05-21T01:18:33.660-07:00The Worlds Best Card Trick Ever<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxLhXNyXkLI&hl=ru&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxLhXNyXkLI&hl=ru&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-40417200792484154272009-03-05T21:44:00.000-08:002009-05-21T01:16:36.275-07:00The Pop Up Card Trick Revealed<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ApUu8JXdQk&hl=ru&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ApUu8JXdQk&hl=ru&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-44937334549706711312009-02-07T11:07:00.000-08:002009-05-21T01:10:14.833-07:00Sex, Lies, and VideotapeYes, that was the name of a movie. "But that's not important now". (A movie quote from one of the finest ever by the way)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sex.</span><br /><br />Remember my post about the camisoles? (Yes I'm a horrible husband of course) Last night Kitti wore the rib-knit one. Everything about her in that simple, comfortable, no-nonsense piece of clothing is &#$%ing hot!. Her boobs. Her boobs. (Did I say "her boobs"?) The non-rib knit camisoles have lighter fabric. Even though the fabric is thicker on the rib-knit variety, her nipples poke out like they're trying to hitch a ride. And dressed in that top she could hitch a ride anywhere she wants.<br /><br />Blah Blah Blah... And then I eased the camisole strap down off one shoulder... slid the top down so it was just below the nipple ... sucked and kissed ... the other side ... breasts pushed together as I buried my face ... squeezed each nipple with my fingers as I kissed my way down to her ...<br /><br />Kitti hasn't been one for multiple orgasms. My fault, her fault, physiology, time pressure, who knows. Also same for orgasms during intercourse (edited).<br /><br />So I think I started a bit too extreme tongue lashing too quick, so she pulls me up to kiss her some more, my face and mouth covered with her taste. She's so, so hot with her breasts framed by the half-off camisole; the straps off her shoulders over her arms. We kiss passionately and she grabs my cock and uses it to play with herself.<br /><br />Oops-I slip in - it feels so good to be inside naked. I pull out and quickly put on a condom before continuing.<br /><br />The sex was incredible. Kitti is usually on the way down from her orgasm when we have intercourse, but this time she was on her way up.<br /><br />I just can't describe how her heightened excitement pushed me over the edge. For one thing I didn't feel any pressure to finish up quickly. Afterwards I stayed inside and stroked her clit with my fingers, bringing her close to orgasm. Kitti's legs pulling together, the condom, and her pussy squeezing made it hard to stay inside, so my cock was replaced with a finger. Kitti had to work at it but had what appeared to be a very satisfying orgasm.<br /><br />We talked about trying to follow the advice in She Comes First : The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman about getting her to orgasm once and then approaching a second one before 'penetration' so maybe it will be more mutual. I know that her pussy does amazing things when she's close!<br /><br />If I haven't said it before, I really can't wait till Dr. Snip-Snip gives me the all-clear to ride bareback. Hopefully that will happen soon, I've ejaculated 16 times since the vasectomy and should be to 25 by next Thursday for my 3-week sample. If I'm lucky I'll have a first clear sample then, a second the next week, and a "hall pass" before our Thanksgiving trip.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lies.</span><br /><br />I'm not proud, but Jay did a bad, bad, thing. Been reading Kitti's email to ex BF. I think GH and his tales of Nerdboy got me paranoid, but it's no excuse. I had already hinted to Kitti that we should probably change our mail passwords. I should have just stopped what I was doing and not troubled her with my confession. I also foolishly tried to use something in the email to make a point. Bad. After watching Law & Order everybody knows that you can't prosecute based on illegal search and seizure.<br /><br />I didn't get any that night, and that was probably well deserved.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Videotape.</span><br /><br />We don't have a video camera, but I'd like to tape us sometime.<br /><br />It's not about sending it to America's Funniest or having a neighborhood movie night. I'd really like to watch together and talk about what we do, how it could be different. Of course I'd be 'busy' as we watch. All tapes destroyed as you see fit.<br /><br />I'd like to shoot some stills with the digital camera too. Kitti I think your camera has a remote doesn't it? If we got a real good one we could post it to the site. Otherwise I'd just frame an 8x10 for my office. Christmas cards too!Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-48350040052740058032009-02-05T11:54:00.000-08:002009-05-21T01:05:50.738-07:00A chaotic World / Universe.I have always wondered about the chaotic way of the world / universe.It is chaotic by very nature. And life wouldn't be fun if it wasn't so.The voyage,maze of life is enjoyed when all forms of knowledge[chaotic knowledge :)] is imbibed.<br />Life is a voyage of self Discovery.<br />when i look back at my life , i wonder was it really me ? who did all the things i did ?. Life is a strange and mystic journey. You never know what happens.The suspense in the impending future is a thrill,a challenge.You never know what lies for you tomorrow.<br />I should defenitely say Life is short! So it is essential to make it sweet.<br />The Qustion is ?.if each one of us undersatnd the true meaning of life and start helping each other.Then the world is a distributed system with people as nodes with computing power coming together and bringing organisation into Chaos and thus defying the law of nature [chaotism!].Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-33483074429442863452009-01-06T11:03:00.000-08:002009-05-21T01:04:41.712-07:00All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front TeethMy family is full of upper-middle class W.A.S.P.s, so around Christmas time, I generally get some pretty cool shit. Especially since my birthday is five days before Christmas. I now present to you: "All The Shit I Got For Christmas / My Birthday!".<br /><br /><br /> * Apple Ipod Mini (Silver)<br /><br /> * Transpod FM<br /><br /> * 16x DVD-ROM / 48x CD-R/RW<br /><br /> * Old Spice Shower & Shave Kit<br /><br /> * Four Pack Of Razors<br /><br /> * More Cologne Than you can Shake a Stick at<br /><br /> * $170.00<br /> (Used Twards: Prince of Persia: Warrior Within, Metroid Prime 2: Echoes, Wavebird [Silver], and Nintendo DS)<br /><br /> * $50.00 Worth of Gamestop Gift Cards<br /> (Used Twards: Nintendo DS)<br /><br /> * $25.00 Wawa Gas Card<br /><br /> * The Rat Pack: Boys' Night Out<br /><br /> * John Lennon: Rock 'N' Roll<br /><br /> * Solar System Blanket<br /><br /> * Candy x 3.14<br /><br /> * 2004 Walking Liberty Dollar<br /><br /> * Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door<br /><br /> * America: The Book<br /> By: Jon Stewart<br /><br /> * I'm Just Here For More FoodOlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-40793826036969835052008-12-17T15:10:00.000-08:002009-05-21T01:11:47.146-07:00"Do you have that one with that guy who was in that movie last year?"<br /><br />I had something very similar to that at work the other night...wow. Um...yes? Sure, you can find it in, uh, the...drama section. Sure.<br /><br />And somebody smashed a beer bottle right in front of our door. A full beer bottle. Come on now, we get tons of kids in and out every night. Bunch of savages in this town.<br /><br />Anybody place those two movie snippets? That movie makes more sense every shift I work. All I'm missing now is "ooh, Top Gun!"<br /><br />Cheers.Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-18939886069630022792008-11-28T19:33:00.000-08:002009-05-21T01:07:16.658-07:00The UndefinedI was depending upon a Blogswap today to fill this post, but it is delayed. So I will talk about something else, an abstract thought that has been on my mind since reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenence.<br /><br />In the modern world, science is said to have displaced religion to a large degree. This has led to a higher emphasis on classification, facts and definition. Creativity, abstraction, intuition, and undefined concepts are given a lower estimation of worth. The goal of science and knowledge is to attain facts, to figure out how the world works, to see how one subject relates to another in order to put them together as a group. But I maintain that this is unbalanced. You cannot explain the mechanics of everything. In the quest to know all, we've denied the idea that some concepts are ambigious and undefinable. There are things about our existence that we cannot figure out.<br /><br />Motivation, the prompting to certain actions. This is mainly what I see as undefined. What makes us decide to practice certain things? Here's a short list of my undefined concepts.<br /><br />Love<br />Intuition<br />Faith<br />Preferences<br />Belief<br />Time<br />Friendship<br />Instinct<br />Emotion<br />Quality<br /><br />What makes us prefer broccoli over cauliflower? What makes us love bossa nova and not jazz? What makes us believe in the Bible and not the Koran? Where does our intuition come from? Who can tell us what time really is? Why does a plant grow, and what makes it die? What makes us keep up a friendship with Bill and neglect Bob?<br /><br />There are plenty of physical things that remain a mystery to me (crop circles, ghosts, etc.). But the undefined nature of the ideas above lingers in my mind. Sorry if this post is a bit high-flung or confusing. I've said before that everyday topics get boring for me.<br /><br />If you have some undefined ideas, please share them with me. And if you didn't get anything from this post, here are a few sites to look at, to make up for the uncertain nature of my thoughts today.<br /><br />Reid's post about his Ethics class<br />Advice on How to Be Creative by Hugh McLeod<br />and the London Pictures of Anna AvenOlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-27731640558559192542008-10-25T05:53:00.000-07:002008-10-27T05:53:49.151-07:00When visiting family friendsThis is a 2 parter.<br />part one:<br />we had gone to visit some family friends i was about 12 or 13 my sister about 7ish her and the other girl were playing in one of the rooms. my sister thought it would be funny to pull up her nighty and let rip unfortunatly she followed through at high velocity and pebble dashed the bookcase and surrounding floor.<br /><br />part 2:<br /><br />titled richard the turd.<br />this is the only time i have admitted this because at the time i was a lil embarrassed.<br />at the same weekend visiting i decided i needed to drop a load so off i went and sat and unloaded the biggest turd i have yet to do and see (approx 20" it was at the u-bend and half way up the side of the bowl). now with a turd of this size flushing was a problem it just wouldn't shift i also couldn't find the ceremonial bog brush to beat it so i decided to leave it and say nothing. the mpther of the family was the unfortunate person to find it and her words were "jesus christ who the hell left that behind its huge". i never admitted to it and the blame was placed upon her (now ex(not because of the turd)) husband even though he denied it. they then had to get the bog brush from the other loo and beat it away.Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-54712456457910096952008-10-23T05:52:00.000-07:002008-10-27T05:52:56.092-07:00Slush from the chippyAnother mate of mine had been the chippy and bought a slush from there. After drinking he<br />rode home on his bike.<br /><br />While riding home he shat his pants, but it was blue coloured. He assumed it was from the slush (which is a fair assumption to make) so instead of continuing home to get cleaned up he decided to go back to the chippy to show them what their slush had done!<br /><br />Dirty bastard!Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600442235078360617.post-24383284036821183612008-10-15T00:15:00.000-07:002008-10-27T05:52:11.264-07:00Imodium couldn't TOUCH itAbout a month ago I got food poisoning from a dodgy curry. A couple of days later I couldn't go 20 minutes without having to run to the loo to shit watery jets into the loo. Coupled with farts this produces a somewhat "pebbledashed" effect.<br /><br />I ended up playing a game of rugby for my team in the same week, despite being so ill I could hardly stand, couldn't stop shivering and was white as a sheet and weak as a kitten.<br /><br />In the end I had to drive home (newcastle to newbury!!) stopping quite literally at EVERY services on the M1 to use the facilities. Eventually, after a week and a half of torture (and a severly shredded ring - I was wiping more blood than poo) I got antibiotics and got better.<br /><br />Net result? Lost a stone in a week and a half.Olhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827472866940977743noreply@blogger.com0