A conversation Christian and I had via txt on Wednesday.
C - Who do people ruin perfectly good food by putting bacon in it :(
Me - Because you are being punished for killing the president of Micronesia in your past life.
C - Was he a pig?
Me - No, but karma knows you hate bacon and this it its way of punishing you.
C - That doesn't make any sense.
Me - That's because you don't believe in karma. That pisses karma off so it also tries to include prawns whenever possible.
C - No sense.
Me - Also, custard.
C - I was trying to figure out where Louis from Suits if from cos he's so familiar. Look him up on IMDB, you'll see why. He's guest starred in every tv show ever made in the last 10 years.
Me - Beaver Man!
C - He works like a beaver, that's for sure.
Me - He also build dams
C - More like daaaayums!
Me - No sweetheart. Just...no.
That is all.
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Friday, August 17, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Ramblings of a philosophical nature
Today was not overly exciting. You know, just a regular old day, get up, go to work, come home, go out to a movie, come home, write blog post. Yet two things occurred that made me ponder some of the mysteries of the universe.
The first was an incident that happened to my friend Lynette, whom I work with. We work in a rather old building (Over fifty years old!) and there are many people at work who firmly believe the building is haunted. I have heard stories of strange noises and the feeling of a 'presence' but that's as far as it goes. No one has actually said that something happened to them.
Until today.
Lynette went to the bathroom down in clinical to wash her hands after have some delightfully sticky cake I'd bought her. She turned on the hot tap, started to wash her hands and then saw the tap ever so slowly start to turn itself off.
Second - we went to see Prometheus tonight. Probably don't have to say much more, I'm sure everyone is pretty up to speed on what the movie is about. Except for Acci obviously who will make some quip about not having seen a movie since Casablanca was showing at the Talkies and he much prefers to spend his time watching bunnies make nuclear missiles and so he has no idea what it is about. Simply put it's about exploring where we came from, who created us and why the fuck they want to kill us by infecting us with face-hugger infested goo.
Oops. Spoiler alert!
Anyways, so we're driving home and I told Christian about Lynette's encounter.
He scoffed. To be expected I suppose.
I asked him what could be a scientific explanation for what happened. He said he wasn't sure but he's sure it aint no ghost. I then asked him what he thought happened to the energy within a human when we die. He replied that the only energy we have comes from the food we consume and the oxygen we breathe and that any residual energy would just dissipate into the surroundings.
I asked if he believes that humans have a soul. He does not. He firmly believes that this is all we have. He asked if I believe in souls. I said that I'm not sure but I hope we do have one as I'm scared shitless that this may be all there is. I just can't believe that all my memories, my thoughts, my sheer existence will cease to exist because my body gives up.
He then asked me if I believe in ghosts. I told him that I don't believe in them but I also don't not believe in them. There is so much of this world that we don't understand and so I'm not going to discount something because I have no proof. It's like my feelings about God or a divine being. I don't have any proof that they exist but I also won't deny they do exist simply because I have no evidence. I shall keep an open mind.
I also pointed out that science has come so far in recent times that we know so much more than we did fifty years ago. Imagine what we will know in another fifty! I said by then we may have proved that alternate realities exist and ghosts are simply a weak spot where these realities merge for short periods of time.
He grunted at me, completely shocked by this theory. I think he likes it.
Come on science, prove me right!
The first was an incident that happened to my friend Lynette, whom I work with. We work in a rather old building (Over fifty years old!) and there are many people at work who firmly believe the building is haunted. I have heard stories of strange noises and the feeling of a 'presence' but that's as far as it goes. No one has actually said that something happened to them.
Until today.
Lynette went to the bathroom down in clinical to wash her hands after have some delightfully sticky cake I'd bought her. She turned on the hot tap, started to wash her hands and then saw the tap ever so slowly start to turn itself off.
Second - we went to see Prometheus tonight. Probably don't have to say much more, I'm sure everyone is pretty up to speed on what the movie is about. Except for Acci obviously who will make some quip about not having seen a movie since Casablanca was showing at the Talkies and he much prefers to spend his time watching bunnies make nuclear missiles and so he has no idea what it is about. Simply put it's about exploring where we came from, who created us and why the fuck they want to kill us by infecting us with face-hugger infested goo.
Oops. Spoiler alert!
Anyways, so we're driving home and I told Christian about Lynette's encounter.
He scoffed. To be expected I suppose.
I asked him what could be a scientific explanation for what happened. He said he wasn't sure but he's sure it aint no ghost. I then asked him what he thought happened to the energy within a human when we die. He replied that the only energy we have comes from the food we consume and the oxygen we breathe and that any residual energy would just dissipate into the surroundings.
I asked if he believes that humans have a soul. He does not. He firmly believes that this is all we have. He asked if I believe in souls. I said that I'm not sure but I hope we do have one as I'm scared shitless that this may be all there is. I just can't believe that all my memories, my thoughts, my sheer existence will cease to exist because my body gives up.
He then asked me if I believe in ghosts. I told him that I don't believe in them but I also don't not believe in them. There is so much of this world that we don't understand and so I'm not going to discount something because I have no proof. It's like my feelings about God or a divine being. I don't have any proof that they exist but I also won't deny they do exist simply because I have no evidence. I shall keep an open mind.
I also pointed out that science has come so far in recent times that we know so much more than we did fifty years ago. Imagine what we will know in another fifty! I said by then we may have proved that alternate realities exist and ghosts are simply a weak spot where these realities merge for short periods of time.
He grunted at me, completely shocked by this theory. I think he likes it.
Come on science, prove me right!
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Yet another Christian quip
I apologise for the lack of originality of my posts lately as they all seem to be 'Christian said this' but isn't it better than no posts at all?
Me - How's the job hunt going?
C - Neyh, there's nothing out there. Nothing good anyway.
Me - Have you heard anything from Lance's friend who said he'd keep an eye out?
C - No, but I didn't really expect to.
Me - Have you thought about trying an agency?
C - Oh fuck no.
Me - Why not?
C - Those people have no souls.
Me - Oh really?
C - It's true.
Me - I'm sure it is dear.
C - I'm sure they're all gingers...
Me - Uh huh, whatever you say.
Me - How's the job hunt going?
C - Neyh, there's nothing out there. Nothing good anyway.
Me - Have you heard anything from Lance's friend who said he'd keep an eye out?
C - No, but I didn't really expect to.
Me - Have you thought about trying an agency?
C - Oh fuck no.
Me - Why not?
C - Those people have no souls.
Me - Oh really?
C - It's true.
Me - I'm sure it is dear.
C - I'm sure they're all gingers...
Me - Uh huh, whatever you say.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Quidditch through the ages...or not
Christian and I have some weird conversations whilst laying in bed. I have no idea how this one even started...somewhere in there we ended up getting onto the subject of sports.
Me - We could play Quidditch together!
C - Erm...
Me - No seriously, they have a Quidditch league here in Perth now and you run around on a field with a broomstick between your legs.
C - Pisses himself laughing It's retarded enough as it is in the books and movies, why would they make it even more retarded by running about with a stick between your legs.
Me - Quidditch in the books isn't retarded! It's a highly skilled game!
C - No it's not! They just all fly around trying to get that one stupid ball that wins the game.
I try and explain the rules of Quidditch to Christian as he has no idea.
C - ??? What the fuck? Why are there other balls involved? If getting the snitch wins the game, why don't they all go for it?
Me - Because catching the snitch doesn't necessarily win the game. If you've scored enough points to begin with, you can still win even if your seeker doesn't catch it. Besides, only the seeker can go for the snitch.
C - Why?
Me - Because they're the rules!
C - Where does it say that?
Me - In the books!
C - It specifically says that's the rule?
Me - Yes! It's the seeker's job to catch the snitch.
C - That's just his role, that's not a rule. Why can't they all look for it and whoever catches it just hands it to him?
Me - Because that's not how it works Christian!
C - Who says?
Me - Quittitch Through The Ages , that's who!
I go and find the book and throw it at him. Christian reads the book from start to end (it's not a long book).
C - There's no actual rules in here! Anyone could catch it.
Me - Gah! I give up! Flails arms around in the air.
Despite my exasperation with my husband, on Friday we actually got to spend some time together. I had arranged to have the day off so my car could get serviced and Christian came and picked me up and we headed down to Hillaries Boat Harbour to have some breakfast.
We went to Dome and they have these new fandangled electronic table trackers instead of the ye olde number on a stick. I was playing around with it and was musing out loud how it would work.
Me - So I assume they have like a map of the tables on their computer and a mini GPS thingy would mark the table that this is sitting on so they know where we are hey?
C - I doubt it.
Me - So how do you think it works then Mr Smarty Pants?
C - Not like that.
Me - So what, they just walk around and a little voice in their ear says 'Getting warmer, warmer, hotter, NO COLDER! COLDER! Warmer, warmer, hotter, hotter, BAM there they are!'
C - Neyh.
To take out my frustrations I pull faces at him all through breakfast, much to the amusement of other patrons.
After breakfast we headed out to the shops at Whitfords to kill some time before my car was ready. I bought a very cute 1920's (?) style hat (I'm not good with hat history, it may be a 1940's style hat) and we also picked up an awesome umbrella that has the handle of a samurai sword.
While we were browsing through a book exchange, my phone rang.
Me - Hello.
Voice - Hello, this is Louise from Big Rock Toyota. I've gotten the report back on your car and they suggest at 30,000kms that you have your Throttle Body Housing cleaned.
Me - I'm going to put you onto my husband because last time I got something like that done without checking with him, I got yelled at.
Pass the phone to Christian.
Me - Speak to this lady, she wants me to have the throttle housing thingy cleaned.
C - Why do you want me to speak to her?
Me - Because you know stuff.
C - How much do they want to charge?
Me - Just talk to the damn lady Christian!
C - Hi, so how much do you charge for that?
Christian's mouth literally drops open, then he starts laughing.
C - Ah no, I think we can give that a miss. Thanks.
After hanging up, I ask what she said.
C - Oh, it's normally $180 but she could drop it down to $110 for us.
Me - And that's...crazy?
C - They spray a can of stuff and run the motor for two minutes*. That's it.
Me - And this is why I give you the phone.
* This may or may not be how it actually works but this is how I remember him saying it. If it's wrong, blame me and my memory cos I'm 100% sure Christian knows what he's talking about.
Just on a final note, here are some photos of Molly. Just so you can all go 'Awwwww'.
Me - We could play Quidditch together!
C - Erm...
Me - No seriously, they have a Quidditch league here in Perth now and you run around on a field with a broomstick between your legs.
C - Pisses himself laughing It's retarded enough as it is in the books and movies, why would they make it even more retarded by running about with a stick between your legs.
Me - Quidditch in the books isn't retarded! It's a highly skilled game!
C - No it's not! They just all fly around trying to get that one stupid ball that wins the game.
I try and explain the rules of Quidditch to Christian as he has no idea.
C - ??? What the fuck? Why are there other balls involved? If getting the snitch wins the game, why don't they all go for it?
Me - Because catching the snitch doesn't necessarily win the game. If you've scored enough points to begin with, you can still win even if your seeker doesn't catch it. Besides, only the seeker can go for the snitch.
C - Why?
Me - Because they're the rules!
C - Where does it say that?
Me - In the books!
C - It specifically says that's the rule?
Me - Yes! It's the seeker's job to catch the snitch.
C - That's just his role, that's not a rule. Why can't they all look for it and whoever catches it just hands it to him?
Me - Because that's not how it works Christian!
C - Who says?
Me - Quittitch Through The Ages , that's who!
I go and find the book and throw it at him. Christian reads the book from start to end (it's not a long book).
C - There's no actual rules in here! Anyone could catch it.
Me - Gah! I give up! Flails arms around in the air.
Despite my exasperation with my husband, on Friday we actually got to spend some time together. I had arranged to have the day off so my car could get serviced and Christian came and picked me up and we headed down to Hillaries Boat Harbour to have some breakfast.
We went to Dome and they have these new fandangled electronic table trackers instead of the ye olde number on a stick. I was playing around with it and was musing out loud how it would work.
Me - So I assume they have like a map of the tables on their computer and a mini GPS thingy would mark the table that this is sitting on so they know where we are hey?
C - I doubt it.
Me - So how do you think it works then Mr Smarty Pants?
C - Not like that.
Me - So what, they just walk around and a little voice in their ear says 'Getting warmer, warmer, hotter, NO COLDER! COLDER! Warmer, warmer, hotter, hotter, BAM there they are!'
C - Neyh.
To take out my frustrations I pull faces at him all through breakfast, much to the amusement of other patrons.
After breakfast we headed out to the shops at Whitfords to kill some time before my car was ready. I bought a very cute 1920's (?) style hat (I'm not good with hat history, it may be a 1940's style hat) and we also picked up an awesome umbrella that has the handle of a samurai sword.
While we were browsing through a book exchange, my phone rang.
Me - Hello.
Voice - Hello, this is Louise from Big Rock Toyota. I've gotten the report back on your car and they suggest at 30,000kms that you have your Throttle Body Housing cleaned.
Me - I'm going to put you onto my husband because last time I got something like that done without checking with him, I got yelled at.
Pass the phone to Christian.
Me - Speak to this lady, she wants me to have the throttle housing thingy cleaned.
C - Why do you want me to speak to her?
Me - Because you know stuff.
C - How much do they want to charge?
Me - Just talk to the damn lady Christian!
C - Hi, so how much do you charge for that?
Christian's mouth literally drops open, then he starts laughing.
C - Ah no, I think we can give that a miss. Thanks.
After hanging up, I ask what she said.
C - Oh, it's normally $180 but she could drop it down to $110 for us.
Me - And that's...crazy?
C - They spray a can of stuff and run the motor for two minutes*. That's it.
Me - And this is why I give you the phone.
* This may or may not be how it actually works but this is how I remember him saying it. If it's wrong, blame me and my memory cos I'm 100% sure Christian knows what he's talking about.
Just on a final note, here are some photos of Molly. Just so you can all go 'Awwwww'.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Chalk and Cheese
Here's a conversation that Christian and I had last night. It kind of documents the randomness of our conversations and the fact that Christian is just in a different class to me.
Me - There's no soccer tonight, you wanna watch something?
Christian - Yeah, I spose.
Me - Ooh, we could watch the Ninja!
Christian - I would rather scrape my eyes down the cheese grater.
Me - I can't believe you don't like Ask a Ninja! I guess we'll have to watch Night of the Living Dorks then.
Later after the movie we're sitting in the study waiting for NCIS and The Unit to copy onto the thumb drive so we can watch them in the lounge room.
Me (randomly) - I'm a Pirate.
Christian - You do know that Pirate and Ninjas are mortal enemies?
Me - So?
Christian - So you can't be both a Pirate and a Ninja!
Me - Why not?
Christian - Because you just can't!
Me - Well I am! I play the Pirate game as a Pirate but on the Pirates vs Ninja application I'm a Ninja. So there!
Christian - That doesn't make any sense! You can't be both.
Me - I'm a Piratey Ninja!
Christian - That's like saying you're a Dockers/Eagles player! It just aint gonna happen!
I guess it'll be one of those never ending debates between us...
Oh and Night of the Living Dorks is quality, absolute quality! I highly recommend it to both Boo and Mouse for their collections ;-)
Me - There's no soccer tonight, you wanna watch something?
Christian - Yeah, I spose.
Me - Ooh, we could watch the Ninja!
Christian - I would rather scrape my eyes down the cheese grater.
Me - I can't believe you don't like Ask a Ninja! I guess we'll have to watch Night of the Living Dorks then.
Later after the movie we're sitting in the study waiting for NCIS and The Unit to copy onto the thumb drive so we can watch them in the lounge room.
Me (randomly) - I'm a Pirate.
Christian - You do know that Pirate and Ninjas are mortal enemies?
Me - So?
Christian - So you can't be both a Pirate and a Ninja!
Me - Why not?
Christian - Because you just can't!
Me - Well I am! I play the Pirate game as a Pirate but on the Pirates vs Ninja application I'm a Ninja. So there!
Christian - That doesn't make any sense! You can't be both.
Me - I'm a Piratey Ninja!
Christian - That's like saying you're a Dockers/Eagles player! It just aint gonna happen!
I guess it'll be one of those never ending debates between us...
Oh and Night of the Living Dorks is quality, absolute quality! I highly recommend it to both Boo and Mouse for their collections ;-)
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Worth the soaking
Sunday afternoon found me catching up with Kat since soccer had been cancelled and the boys were playing nerdy games. We went out for coffee to begin with and had a really good chat, although we were sitting in the outside bit of the cafe and so it got a tad chilly at times, it being winter and all.
But I love the conversations Kat and I have. Maybe it's because I don't have much experience having girlfriends, but it's amazing how similar our thought patterns are. There are things I just can't talk to Christian about without him getting all huffy and accusing me of being a 'typical woman' but Kat will know exactly where I'm coming from. Maybe it's the differences between men and women?
For instance, we find that both Christian and Mike find it unnecessary to compliment us or to inform us that they think we're beautiful. Whenever I get exasperated with Christian and demand to know if I look nice, he tells me 'You know I think you're pretty Annette, why do I have to tell you?'. Mike I think does a similar thing with Kat but takes the argument that it's not just her looks he finds attractive so he doesn't feel the need to make a point about how pretty she is.
Now, fair enough, I'm sure Christian wouldn't have married someone he thought was a complete toad, but dammit, women like to be told they're pretty! Especially when we've gone to the effort of getting all dressed up nice. We want to know that you still find us attractive, even after eleven years! The only time I'm ever told I'm pretty is from my friends! That's good, I won't complain but it is nice to be told every now and then by your soul mate that that new top looks really nice on.
Oh, and just for the record, comments made during sex do not count, since no one is going to lovingly whisper 'Gosh, your nose sure looks big from this angle' even if it does. So 'Gosh you're beautiful' whispered during snuggles needs to be taken with the same grain of salt as far as I'm concerned.
So anyway, after coffee we had headed down to the river in East Perth and were continuing our complaining-about-what-men-do-and-don't-do conversation when we stopped so Kat could take some photos of some birds. There was a large ripple happening just down the path (at this point it's kind of a quay thing with the path running right alongside the river) so we head down to see what it is and it's dolphins! Two dolphins!
I've never been so excited in my life!
I've also never been that close to real dolphins before!
We watched them for about half an hour, running back and forth as they swam all around, I think they were catching small fish from near the wall. Kat got lots of photos although she only has net access at work so it's unlikely I'll get copies to post here for a while. Darn it, why, why was this the one time I'd left my camera at home???
After a while we continued our walk down the river and only turned back when it started to get dark. Halfway back we saw the dolphins again but much farther out in the river so we only really saw their fins until the jumped out of the water a little bit. We stopped a bit more to watch them until it started to drizzle. Just a bit mind you. We hurried on and thought of stopping under the freeway bridge next to the power station but decided that it wouldn't possibly rain any harder and so we should carry on.
I'm sure you will not be the least bit surprised to hear that within twenty meters the skies opened and we were soaked to the skin within thirty seconds.
But we had seen dolphins and could laugh off a mere soaking. Do you know just how cheerful dolphins make you feel? We'd even stopping moaning about what men do and don't do!
I think every relationship needs a dolphin.
So the day ended on a cheerful, though slightly damp note. I was also excited as my holidays started the next day and was looking forward to not having to set an alarm. The down side to this is that I've missed Mouse the last couple of days on msn as I've been getting up too late to see her. And this morning I actually woke up early and she's already gone to bed. So Mouse, sorry to have missed you love!
But I love the conversations Kat and I have. Maybe it's because I don't have much experience having girlfriends, but it's amazing how similar our thought patterns are. There are things I just can't talk to Christian about without him getting all huffy and accusing me of being a 'typical woman' but Kat will know exactly where I'm coming from. Maybe it's the differences between men and women?
For instance, we find that both Christian and Mike find it unnecessary to compliment us or to inform us that they think we're beautiful. Whenever I get exasperated with Christian and demand to know if I look nice, he tells me 'You know I think you're pretty Annette, why do I have to tell you?'. Mike I think does a similar thing with Kat but takes the argument that it's not just her looks he finds attractive so he doesn't feel the need to make a point about how pretty she is.
Now, fair enough, I'm sure Christian wouldn't have married someone he thought was a complete toad, but dammit, women like to be told they're pretty! Especially when we've gone to the effort of getting all dressed up nice. We want to know that you still find us attractive, even after eleven years! The only time I'm ever told I'm pretty is from my friends! That's good, I won't complain but it is nice to be told every now and then by your soul mate that that new top looks really nice on.
Oh, and just for the record, comments made during sex do not count, since no one is going to lovingly whisper 'Gosh, your nose sure looks big from this angle' even if it does. So 'Gosh you're beautiful' whispered during snuggles needs to be taken with the same grain of salt as far as I'm concerned.
So anyway, after coffee we had headed down to the river in East Perth and were continuing our complaining-about-what-men-do-and-don't-do conversation when we stopped so Kat could take some photos of some birds. There was a large ripple happening just down the path (at this point it's kind of a quay thing with the path running right alongside the river) so we head down to see what it is and it's dolphins! Two dolphins!
I've never been so excited in my life!
I've also never been that close to real dolphins before!
We watched them for about half an hour, running back and forth as they swam all around, I think they were catching small fish from near the wall. Kat got lots of photos although she only has net access at work so it's unlikely I'll get copies to post here for a while. Darn it, why, why was this the one time I'd left my camera at home???
After a while we continued our walk down the river and only turned back when it started to get dark. Halfway back we saw the dolphins again but much farther out in the river so we only really saw their fins until the jumped out of the water a little bit. We stopped a bit more to watch them until it started to drizzle. Just a bit mind you. We hurried on and thought of stopping under the freeway bridge next to the power station but decided that it wouldn't possibly rain any harder and so we should carry on.
I'm sure you will not be the least bit surprised to hear that within twenty meters the skies opened and we were soaked to the skin within thirty seconds.
But we had seen dolphins and could laugh off a mere soaking. Do you know just how cheerful dolphins make you feel? We'd even stopping moaning about what men do and don't do!
I think every relationship needs a dolphin.
So the day ended on a cheerful, though slightly damp note. I was also excited as my holidays started the next day and was looking forward to not having to set an alarm. The down side to this is that I've missed Mouse the last couple of days on msn as I've been getting up too late to see her. And this morning I actually woke up early and she's already gone to bed. So Mouse, sorry to have missed you love!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
May contain strong language, sexual references and adult themes
Yesterday my friend Kat had her final day at Pie Networks (where Christian, Mike and Sexy Mike also work) and so we went around to her place last night for farewell drinks.
She lives in Scarborough about one hundred meters from the ocean and the view from her backyard is apparently spectacular during the day.
Sitting in her backyard I could see some lights that were ships and a whole lot of black.
Not so spectacular.
But I wasn't there for the view. There was just the five of us there, Christian and myself, Kat of course, Mike and a girl called Mel (Kat's boyfriend Sexy Mike is in New Zealand at the moment). We had gone for a walk into Scarborough to get some dinner and then we spent the rest of the night sitting about chatting. We covered topics such as Kat's new job and what she'd be doing, a guy at Pie who the others found to be really annoying at work but great out of it, crazy customers and funny stories about them and the like.
Now, I'm sure you'll all understand that the conversation wasn't exactly PG rated up until that point (how could it be with me there and the line a long way behind me) but about one in the morning we started to explore more obscure topics.
Don't ask me how I bought this up because I can't remember the context of the conversation directly beforehand but I mentioned an article I'd read years ago about Christopher Reeve and his wife Dana. One morning Dana woke up and found Reeve had a stunning morning glory. They both got very excited and went straight to their doctor who told them that, yes it was possible for them to still have children but Dana would have to do the majority of the work so to speak.
This then led into a lengthy debate over how male erections and ejaculation actually work. A few of us were of the opinion that there must be a large psychological aspect to it and that it must be possible for men to cum without physical stimulation at all, citing wet dreams as an example.
The others disagreed saying if Reeve wanted to cum just by thinking about it, why would Dana have to do all the work. There must be a manual release mechanism of some sort seeing as he wouldn't feel her doing anything and so he wouldn't have the same sensation as the rest of the men out there.
We went round in circles on this for quite a while and it'll be interesting to see what you guys think.
Then the conversation led into the subject of porn (and you know what? I bought that up too...nothing if consistent eh?) and I asked if men really sit around and watch porn together like they do in the movies. I couldn't understand how they could watch porn and not get the urge to jack off, or do they still do and then they just sit around wanking off in front of each other?
Christian and Mike both said that they'd never watched porn with a bunch of friends before and said they'd never even heard of anyone doing it. I suggested maybe it was just private school guys and then Mike had to go and bring up 'soggy biscuit' and it all went downhill rapidly from there.
Two thirty came and so after having another ogle at Mike's R32 that he'd finally gotten licensed after importing about a year ago (and I also ogled Mike) we headed home and I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Ogle. That's an odd word. Just look at it. It doesn't even make any sense. Who on earth invented it? Was someone just sitting around one day writing down random letters and decided that ogle would be a good word?
I digress. I wanted to leave you with a link to some PG rated porn that my brother Mike (I know too many Mikes!) shared with me.
Roof Sex
Catch you all later!
She lives in Scarborough about one hundred meters from the ocean and the view from her backyard is apparently spectacular during the day.
Sitting in her backyard I could see some lights that were ships and a whole lot of black.
Not so spectacular.
But I wasn't there for the view. There was just the five of us there, Christian and myself, Kat of course, Mike and a girl called Mel (Kat's boyfriend Sexy Mike is in New Zealand at the moment). We had gone for a walk into Scarborough to get some dinner and then we spent the rest of the night sitting about chatting. We covered topics such as Kat's new job and what she'd be doing, a guy at Pie who the others found to be really annoying at work but great out of it, crazy customers and funny stories about them and the like.
Now, I'm sure you'll all understand that the conversation wasn't exactly PG rated up until that point (how could it be with me there and the line a long way behind me) but about one in the morning we started to explore more obscure topics.
Don't ask me how I bought this up because I can't remember the context of the conversation directly beforehand but I mentioned an article I'd read years ago about Christopher Reeve and his wife Dana. One morning Dana woke up and found Reeve had a stunning morning glory. They both got very excited and went straight to their doctor who told them that, yes it was possible for them to still have children but Dana would have to do the majority of the work so to speak.
This then led into a lengthy debate over how male erections and ejaculation actually work. A few of us were of the opinion that there must be a large psychological aspect to it and that it must be possible for men to cum without physical stimulation at all, citing wet dreams as an example.
The others disagreed saying if Reeve wanted to cum just by thinking about it, why would Dana have to do all the work. There must be a manual release mechanism of some sort seeing as he wouldn't feel her doing anything and so he wouldn't have the same sensation as the rest of the men out there.
We went round in circles on this for quite a while and it'll be interesting to see what you guys think.
Then the conversation led into the subject of porn (and you know what? I bought that up too...nothing if consistent eh?) and I asked if men really sit around and watch porn together like they do in the movies. I couldn't understand how they could watch porn and not get the urge to jack off, or do they still do and then they just sit around wanking off in front of each other?
Christian and Mike both said that they'd never watched porn with a bunch of friends before and said they'd never even heard of anyone doing it. I suggested maybe it was just private school guys and then Mike had to go and bring up 'soggy biscuit' and it all went downhill rapidly from there.
Two thirty came and so after having another ogle at Mike's R32 that he'd finally gotten licensed after importing about a year ago (and I also ogled Mike) we headed home and I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Ogle. That's an odd word. Just look at it. It doesn't even make any sense. Who on earth invented it? Was someone just sitting around one day writing down random letters and decided that ogle would be a good word?
I digress. I wanted to leave you with a link to some PG rated porn that my brother Mike (I know too many Mikes!) shared with me.
Roof Sex
Catch you all later!
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