How do you know if there's an American in your forum?

Flicking through some Photoshop tutorial forums... yeah, I know I don't need 'em ;)
This is a response to a simple tute to convert a portrait picture into a cartoon style (see it here):

damn dat whole tut n effect is nice... but da tut is mad long n isnt very detailed... u shuld make it more detailed cuz i keep gettin stuck but find out later on wat to do but yea... good job. musta took long as hell cuz it take long as hell to even read da whole thing

So wrong, in so many ways.

This post has a PG certificate.
It's fun now and then to search on ebay for used panties... (try it here). Though these days ebay auctions such as “unUSED panties - these panties are completely unUSED and have not been worn while doing sports or anything else, they are unUSED” are less prevalent, at least the sellers had the decency to show discrete images of the unUSED merchandise.

On the other hand, there are those who like to give the prospective client a full and complete picture (several pictures in fact) of the available merchandise... skid marks and all.

As much as I hate to give this site an incoming link, and as much as I am sure you do not want to see the current state of your now partially digested breakfast/lunch/dinner, I know you just have to see the storefront... here if you dare (you've been warned).

Spam is no longer fun...

I miss the entertaining spam...
In place of detailed descriptions of the surprising things hot, sex-starved MILFs* will get up to when helping out at the farm, all I get in my email these days are reminders to confirm my mortgage agreement, invitations to fix my obesity/impotency/debt and professional software at 30% normal price.

Yawn...


I yearn for the good old days of raging hot lesbo lovers, mighty shafts in tight holes and seemingly hoards of lusty, busty babes ready and gagging for it - and all for free, of course. I mean, what a delightful surprise first thing in the morning to discover that Delores not only wants to meet me, my friends and my dog, but is also happy to show me her hard, throbbing surprise.

Ah... those were the days.

*MILF : Mom I'd Like to F**k.

I saw snow!

OK, so it wasn't exactly skiable.
To be honest it had no more potential than to make one mildly damn while putting out the trash. But I couldn't help but to gape in awe at the rate with which the larger-than-average snowflakes vanished into the ground as though they had armbands to shift their quantum signature (insert appropriate Star Trek tech here).

I want snow, real snow. The kind of snow that'll prevent me from having to spend a terrifyingly long day stuck in a room hammering out dozens of techie/business/indecipherable diagrams. After that... it's the same pant-wetting schedule for Wednesday. At least I can gain some entertainment by assessing which of the red-faced, arterially strained suited executives will burst a major artery first.

So what's the tissue today?

This is my first blog entry here. I wonder how it will affect my life - not the entry, of course, but the blog... or rather the blogging.

I feel like a ageing late starter. Someone who has just gotten hold of something that's been around a few years and is starting to develop mushy, fluffy fungal spots not large enough to discard the entire item, but certainly capable of psychologically tainting the mouth watering juice explosion*. Much like the way I feel about certain parts of my anatomy. There are creams that can work wonders these days.

Well, so much for my first blog post. It was much more successful than my first experience with a fence post.

*To be truly accurate, I doubt under such pre-decay circumstances that the juice quantity will be enough to create anything more than a dribble.