Showing posts with label crotch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crotch. Show all posts


This is part of a photo essay. It's a nice little read about the author's great uncle.

le bush

nevernude



Seen in a bathroom stall, engineering library on campus:

Did you know that there are mites in your eyelashes and eyebrows and peepee hairs?!?! Go get a Brazilian girls!
This is probably obvious, but: the use of "peepee" hairs almost makes me feel queasy. this person better be a virgin. Are they seriously not comfortable with anonymously writing 'pubic'? The fact that it was in the engineering library drastically lowers the chances of the author using 'peepee' in jest. Also, there are bugs everywhere, who gives a shit. Off the top of my head, I can think of at least 5 better reasons to get a Brazilian.

I went to El Convento Rico on Friday. It is a funny mix of gay men and their hags, tight knit groups of friends (I think the tight knit part comes from being a little freaked out), the over 40 newly single set and latin guys who want to get laid. The latin guys who want to get laid are slightly more tolerable than the white/Canadian aggressive guy who want to get laid because they can really dance. That also makes it a lot harder to play the ‘is he gay or straight’ game. That is until they go for a crotch grind. Bleh. A swift “NOT Interested” and pull away took care of those. I mostly tuned out the world and dance dance danced. At one point I could see this guy sidling up to me really slowly. Where usually I would slowly keep moving away until he got the point, this time I just stopped him and said “are you seriously creeping up to me? Next time try using a line, ask to dance. But not me please.” It made things easier on everyone and I am totally doing that from now on.
Every weekend the Rico has a drag show in the middle of the dance floor. It went on a little long, but it was a lot of fun (Sonfonda Cox is my faves. Think a feminine, awesome Tyra Banks). It made me think about how great drag queens are, doing their thing- you know they weren’t pressured into the drag world by their family.
Last night was a birthday party at a condo. Sadly, the dancing was minimal. I didn’t even bust out the jazz hands. But it was good times anyway.


panties


One of the thousands of projects I never followed through on was this video idea my friend and I had in 1st year. It was to consist entirely of various older men looking into the camera and saying "Panties".

sulphur

I find it just fascinating that:
1) Asparagus makes urine smell
2) Some people can't smell it because they lack some gene necessary in smelling the odourous compound.
3)It seems that actually, everyones urine stinks! but..
4)There actually is some confusion on the topic!
From what I can tell (5 minute internet search), early research found that only some peoples urine smells bad- but these tests were based on personal reports, whereas newer tests got 'perceivers' (those who can smell it) to smell the urine... finding that all of it smelled
Imagine that fucking test.

OWOWOWOW

I just wiped at my nose with my jalepeno tainted finger. Then i washed my hands and stuck my fingers up my nose in a very misguided attempt to make it better. Usually my problem comes from sticking my hand down my pants. At this point, im not sure what is worse. This fucking sucks.


 

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