If you are bored, go to www.liqiudgeneration.com and play the Whose Boobs game. Then on the same site, watch the videos under the title Boob Patrol. There is a song playing in the background called "I Love Your Boobies, Baby." It is pretty cute. One of the lines is, "with a video camera and too much time free time, this is what we do with our boring as sheep lives." Ok, one more. "We've got ten pairs of boobies, and that's lotsa hooters..."
A friend of mine (not a gamer, I am not as well) has a name for two of those systems. The no-sex box, and the play-with-yourself-station.
My brother lives in a house in an older neighborhood maybe a half mile from the airport. He likes cactus and Century plants and things like that. I planted a passion vine that runs up and down the fence near the carport. Anyway, he got some blackberry vines from a client, and planted them is a big livestock water tank on the other side of the carport. These bad boys have fairly big curved thorns, and splay out several feet from where they are planted. When he parks his vehicle, you have to walk to the left side to get to the door. If you try to go the other way, along the side of the carport, you WILL get caught up in those blackberry canes. (keep reading, the payoff is coming) Late one night, or early one morning, depending on your point of view, he heard a loud banging on the door. He said, "Who is it?" And some drunken buffoon in a slurred voice, said, "I'm all scratched up, and I need a cigarette!!" He told him to go away. But I sometimes wonder if that guy stumbled home, passed out, and in the morning looked in the mirror and said, "What the fuck?"
and maybe 
One last thing, to quote Elaine Boozler, "Wouldn't it be great if the only way to catch aids was to give money to a tv preacher?" 
A friend of mine (not a gamer, I am not as well) has a name for two of those systems. The no-sex box, and the play-with-yourself-station.
My brother lives in a house in an older neighborhood maybe a half mile from the airport. He likes cactus and Century plants and things like that. I planted a passion vine that runs up and down the fence near the carport. Anyway, he got some blackberry vines from a client, and planted them is a big livestock water tank on the other side of the carport. These bad boys have fairly big curved thorns, and splay out several feet from where they are planted. When he parks his vehicle, you have to walk to the left side to get to the door. If you try to go the other way, along the side of the carport, you WILL get caught up in those blackberry canes. (keep reading, the payoff is coming) Late one night, or early one morning, depending on your point of view, he heard a loud banging on the door. He said, "Who is it?" And some drunken buffoon in a slurred voice, said, "I'm all scratched up, and I need a cigarette!!" He told him to go away. But I sometimes wonder if that guy stumbled home, passed out, and in the morning looked in the mirror and said, "What the fuck?"
and maybe
One last thing, to quote Elaine Boozler, "Wouldn't it be great if the only way to catch aids was to give money to a tv preacher?"