Originally Posted September 1, 2005
So with the advent of my new life as the author of a big-boy blog comes the inevitable reading of the other blogs that are out there.My findings are two-fold: Either you’re a coherent, semi-witty person who, like me, has a little to say about everything (or everything to say about little), or you’re really, really into porn.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of porn. I think it has its magical qualities and holds its rightful place in our society.
It’s just that I’m lost by those among us who use their blogs to show the world the benefits of bestiality and necrophilia. I’m not a particularly big fan of either sex with animals or dead people (although I do wonder what animals having sex with dead people would look like).
I do, though, have an odd interest in the people that choose to post pictures of this nature. Are they getting a cheap thrill out of showing others what it looks like to watch their wives doin’ the deed with the neighbor’s dog? Are there really that many horses surfing the internet saying, “Man! I’m sick of all this vanilla horse-sex. Where all the white women at?”
The abundance of the woman-horse sex pictures leads me to believe that there are.
And they’re horny.
I’m just as intrigued by the porn that is posted on blogs with the various Asian languages. (My minor in Linguistics has given me the tools necessary to decipher the funny shapes and lines as Asian-style writing. That and my frequent trips to Cozy Noodles) It’s times like these I wish I was a master of Asian languages.
I’m sure that the captions under the pictures of the man bangin’ the dead chick are quite amusing. Sadly, though, it’s a joke that only those on the Eastern side of the planet will understand.
It’s not all that often that I’m on the outside of a joke that one half of the planet is able to laugh at. It seems, though, that with the way the population is growing that it’s something I’m going to need to get used to.
I suppose this is one of those times where an imagination would come in handy. I’m sure that if I thought long enough I could decipher what’s actually happening.
If that didn’t work, I could create quite the dialogue between the two characters. That would be an advantage – you might think that sex between one live and one dead person would be, in reality, a monologue, but if I’m making up the script, why can’t they both talk? Perhaps we could see the soul of the dead person talking with little word balloons coming from heaven?
Well, I know what I’m doing this afternoon.
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