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Guide to Genital Play and Torment

As an angry feminist, I love kicking men in the balls and pricking their scrotes with rusty pins. It doesn’t turn me on, but it sure makes me happy. Thanks to the magic of the internets, I’ve discovered something wondrous: there are men who not only enjoy such treatment, but will pay dearly for it!
To prove to myself this wasn’t just internet lore, I went in search of hardcopy evidence. There is a damned fine mess of books out there on the subject; I think Family Jewels: A Guide to Male Genital Play & Torment is the one for me. Unfortunately, I was able to dig up precious little information about this book.
Here’s what the publisher has to say about it: Read the rest of this entry »
Ain’t that sweet!
I was surfing the net for a birthday gift for The Nephew of Everything. I found this poster, instead. Awe! It’s very me, don’t you think? Naturally, I arted my reaction:

I’m going to buy the poster and put the words on the matting.
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Fuckin’ charming
Three Christmases ago, I got my first charm bracelet. It’s a sweet little silver thing with a kitty cat charm. I’ve never cared for jewelry, but I adored my bracelet. I expected I’d get more charms for it on future holidays, but I didn’t. The charms on a charm bracelet are supposed to represent the interests of the wearer. A bracelet with only one charm doesn’t say alot of good about my personality. A single kitty cat charm SCREAMS “crazy cat lady!”
So I powered up the internet machine, in search of mass-produced charms more fitting a unique individual like myself. Wow…
You sank my Ball Buster
… for adults, it’s exciting!
(thx, lolheathen)
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Why does my room smell so bad?
Dear Cat,
My bedroom doesn’t smell badly enough. I’d really like it if you could find time to defecate next to my bed more often. Also, please be sure to scratch in the litter real loud while I’m sleeping, if you’d be so kind. To facilitate this, I’ve bought you a lovely nightstand-cum-litterbox.
Your loyal servant,
iJoy: Ridin’ Dirty
If ’shit eating grin’ is ever a word-of-the-week post, this guy will be our shining example.
iJoyRide(nDirty): You know you want one. Read the rest of this entry »
You say ‘lemming’ like it’s a bad thing.

You say ‘lemming’ like it’s a tote bag!
…or a hoodie, baby bib, thong panty, postcard…
CafePress.com/BadLemming
The revolution will be merchandised.
Making bathtime lulz of fun
I found these hygiene helpers yesterday, while Kevin was taunting me re: my preference for keeping my salad untossed.

Canus Li’l Goat’s(e) Milk Fruit Fragranced Crayon Soap
How many wrongs can you find?

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The tiniest Santa - The Nipple Extractor - A lure worse than the disease
The Scat of Luxury - Jesus Saves … guitar picks?









