Bert in future HQ
The quick-witted reader will have perceived that, recently, somewhat fewer posts than usual have oozed forth from my poison pen. One may be wondering what the heck. The heck is, it’s summer. Time for the spinster aunt to pry her hiney up off the lime green recliner and get with the aestival program. And by ‘aestival program’ I mean the building of new headquarters at El Rancho Deluxe and looking at frogs. As these endeavors must be pursued far beyond the reach of civilization’s clammy tentacles, I’m afraid this means a lighter posting schedule for a while. It is a severe blow, I realize, but I have every confidence that you will find a way to cope. I suggest liquor and drugs.
Meanwhile, I saw a commercial on TV last night wherein a hot skinny woman in her 20s takes a tiny ladylike bite of an ice cream product and pretty much has an orgasm. She closes her eyes and is contorted by some kind of sexy rapture attack, presumably because the ice cream has unlocked the mysteries of her G-spot for the first time. Fatty frozen desserts made from tortured factory livestock have that power over women.
I wish regender.com worked on video. The idea of a commercial where a male model ejaculates over a tiny ladylike bite of cheap ice cream makes me laugh and laugh.