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I hold the pen with my cleavage when I'm writing, no hyperbole. I'm not just a cockblocking extortionist in print, I also play one on tv... welcome to Donors For Boners. It's all about sex. The blog, too. Humour for your funny bone. Literotica that's literate. Opinions that offend and affirm. If you love words and smut, grab a coffee and come in... puns are always free.
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Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Monday, 27 August 2012
Proposals
No, thank you, I wouldn't like to get married to you. I appreciate the invitation but I almost guarantee you'd hate your life even more than you do now, if I was your wife. And I do guarantee that you're not the wife for me. I'd put money on it.
Friday, 20 July 2012
Guns and Nuts
Now, don't misunderstand me, what happened at the Aurora theatre showing the latest Batman flick is fucking horrific. The physical pain and psychological terror isn't something I would wish on your worst enemy. I don't have any enemies so I couldn't wish it on them. No, I mean I don't. Other people may feel and report differently about it but I am master of my domain only.
Naturally the gun debate is back on, as if it ever really ends. I know you're on the edge of your seat wondering: Who do I think is right?
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Hater Vision and Even More Rape Talk
It seems that rape talk is all the rage these days, and you know me, always a follower... or human pun delivery system. Krusty the Klown says, "Hey Jerk. Puns are lazy writing!" but he's a clown. But I am a bit of a jerk.
Clowns, rape talk, jerks, it just goes on and on.
This week it's the fucktard Toronto Sun tabloid that's using the Letters To the Editor to help spread the good word that
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