I Am So Hailing to the King, Baby
Well bloody my nose and tell me I'm dying of prostate cancer, wasn't I surprised when on a bored and desperate search for entertainment did I see a few very familiar faces on a very familiar HBO. You can't imagine what it's like, the surprise I felt. I hadn't known the site was getting on Real Sex, in fact, I hadn't thought of the notorious Suicide Girls for months. But I'm afraid the ladies refuse to let me go. Like the sweet embrace of... some romantic concept I can't think up at the moment. Like the sweet embrace of influenza(?)
Now, Real Sex is boring. Between watching old people hump pillows and poorly paid immigrant workers make dildos on an assembly line, the show has never really caught my fancy. But when given the choice of watching Real Sex versus The Real World, I decided I didn't need to be reminded how much muscle I should have, or that my breasts should be bigger, or that I need a stylish haircut or a chateau in Paris.
And what do I see? Nic, and Katie, and Missy, and... I think Erin, uh... and all... the rest! Basking in the viewers attention, born to be lavished with attention and praise and shiny piercings on their... nipples... It was like seeing an old friend from High School who made it to the big time. Well... the friend in high school who never knew you existed and never went to the same high school as you. But I was nonetheless surprised!
The majestry you ladies commanded on the screen was rivaled by none on that show! Yes, you even beat out that woman who twirled and balanced plates on a stick using only her vaginal muscles! The moment was ruined, sadly, by the commentary afterwards.
"Uhh... tongue piercings? HUHUHUHUHUHUH THEY GIVE GUD ORAL SEX!!!"
So, after brief consideration... the kind when you don't wear pants, I decided to rejoin the site. And here I am.
.... so....er.... what's up?
Well bloody my nose and tell me I'm dying of prostate cancer, wasn't I surprised when on a bored and desperate search for entertainment did I see a few very familiar faces on a very familiar HBO. You can't imagine what it's like, the surprise I felt. I hadn't known the site was getting on Real Sex, in fact, I hadn't thought of the notorious Suicide Girls for months. But I'm afraid the ladies refuse to let me go. Like the sweet embrace of... some romantic concept I can't think up at the moment. Like the sweet embrace of influenza(?)
Now, Real Sex is boring. Between watching old people hump pillows and poorly paid immigrant workers make dildos on an assembly line, the show has never really caught my fancy. But when given the choice of watching Real Sex versus The Real World, I decided I didn't need to be reminded how much muscle I should have, or that my breasts should be bigger, or that I need a stylish haircut or a chateau in Paris.
And what do I see? Nic, and Katie, and Missy, and... I think Erin, uh... and all... the rest! Basking in the viewers attention, born to be lavished with attention and praise and shiny piercings on their... nipples... It was like seeing an old friend from High School who made it to the big time. Well... the friend in high school who never knew you existed and never went to the same high school as you. But I was nonetheless surprised!
The majestry you ladies commanded on the screen was rivaled by none on that show! Yes, you even beat out that woman who twirled and balanced plates on a stick using only her vaginal muscles! The moment was ruined, sadly, by the commentary afterwards.
"Uhh... tongue piercings? HUHUHUHUHUHUH THEY GIVE GUD ORAL SEX!!!"
So, after brief consideration... the kind when you don't wear pants, I decided to rejoin the site. And here I am.
.... so....er.... what's up?
zoe:
welcome back