Good god. I'm now being to regret blocking out the last seven and a half years. There are so many creative uses for the man. It's like making lovely garden soil out of nasty kitchen garbage.

True. There could be a lot of drama in that rip. And the scratchy side has possibilities.

velcro never really made it to bondage wear, which is a shame given the noise it makes.

There are a lot of buckles on that outfit.

Ok.... karmic remorse. Over calamari.

Calakarmic Remorse, even.
8 little legs hoping they get a better shake next time around.

Or is it 6?

uh oh...fuck calamari!

Or vomit. Now I feel queasy too. It's an empathy thing.

hey, zelfish speaks only for herself. It's real loose back here -- no need for remorse.

/sigh
Yup.. smacked with a vengeance by poster's remorse about a day after I threw that up. Next time, I'll try throwing up before I post. Apologies all around, and carry on, O wayward sons.

Phone camera. The age of privacy is so over!

Did they find the camera again? Damn.

Nice try, experiential, but it's like the gap between a World Class stripper and somebody changing clothes at the gym.

Alright, then. Shaved helper monkeys for all.

Blog of a friend, aspiring b-movie writer, who occasionally (2/13 entry) attains moments of dong-like zen-ness. Or Zen-like dong-ness... I get confused there, but it does sorta Resinate.

bmoviewriters.blogspot.com

"I understand your pain. My own father was raped by a balloon salesman and left for dead in the tiger cage at the zoo. It has scarred me to this day."

Alright! I need help! I'm willing to admit it now. I want, no, need to join Dong Anon!

Is there any other kind?