Wednesday, July 8, 2009

A Funny Website - Orsm.net

















I like humor, and I like pornography, and I can find them all both at this particular site: orsm.net. I think that there are lots of places that have a little of each, but they can be found more often here and I find some amazingly hilarious things, and the videos are quite hot.

~omg!~ They're SO damned hot I can hardly keep myself contained with the use of my hands versus the typing I need to do to obtain my dreams but ... well, a lapse is a lapse, and I can occasionally use the break and the orgasm.

Blessings,



Julian

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Happy 7th of July

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Good morning readers!

Hope you've all had an amazing 4th of July friends!

Mine blew chunks with blood so ... eeuwww!

I shan't detail it but needless to say it was rotten, dull and excruciating.

Hope we can keep on writing and working & being happy.

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Blessings,



Julian

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Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Stuffed Legend - Reprinted from MySpace


Originally Published - September 2006


The Stuffed Legend


A lot of people think that walking away from something is so very easy; like Robert DeNiro in the movie HEAT when he abandoned his girlfriend after getting revenge from the guy who double-crossed him at the end of the film. As he sought the finale to his personal agenda, he had prepared himself to do one thing: to leave, no matter what. Nothing was going to hold him back. Had he thought of something more than himself the idea would have been repugnant and he might have lived had a life with someone as opposed to being dead alone. But his own conceit was his downfall, and the tragedy collapsed as he did on a tarmac a few miles from where he started seeking revenge.


I wonder if I am as conceited. Moreover than not I'd like to say I "live in the moment", but that's just an excuse for mischief and chaos.



NEIL McCAULEY: A guy once told me, "Do not have any attachments, do not have anything in your life you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you spot the heat around the corner."



Yesterday I learned that I was not needed; after a 2 year absence I thought I could slip back into my old spot on the volunteer staff leading kids and doing my self-esteem lessons and confidence-builders. Instead I had been replaced and was not missed. Nothing skipped a beat, and the band played on. Am I upset? I don't think so, as the kids are the main concern, not my ego. Or at least that's the way it should be, but only being human I feel my emptiness and a lacking. I went back because I was unhappy in my previous incarnation, and now I think that the ashes should have shifted and buried me altogether. Granted, all the "I" statements keep me in this state of conceit but who else am I going to do this for? I thought I would be needed, and instead I am not, so I have to move forward and smile politely instead of showing my hurt. The group asked me to help with one of their seminars but I can't show that I am hurt. The only thing that can be shown is the chance to build and do for others. My only question is "What is there for me?" Maybe I need to ask, after all the years of taking from so many, should I expect anything, or should there just be a trail to finding my inner self and wiggling closer to the brightness of light and delight? Two years away did nothing, and I have to pray and draw and write making the necessary attachments to this life.


Last week was the fifth anniversary of the tragedy of September 11, 2001. Many people wrote from emotional places, and Ann Coulter went on rambling and griping that she can't get the same spin that the widows of those poor men receive. Nonetheless, life went on, and we cried, and we recalled, and we smiled and I had phone and cyber sex and bought supplies for art and my dog and for the necessities of living. I also shed my tears and said my prayers, lighting my candles and stopping to think and salute the flag when I saw it. This generation has to accept that it IS a part of history, like the people who lost the Kennedy's, Martin Luther King, the shuttle Challenger, the last moon mission, the Beirut bombing of Marines, the change of Hong Kong to a colonial place as opposed to a satellite of the crown, the collapse of the Wall and the death of the communism, and so many other moments in the last 25 years. Are we still hell-bent on revenge as a group, or are we ready to move forward as a society? I don't think we can; we all want to do something to make life for everyone right, and the seeking of justice is NOT fucking wrong. People are torn in two sections, and it's a throw-back to where we once were as a political society: hawks and doves. Which side do you go towards? Are you supporting our boys overseas or are you chastising your politicians for standing behind the powers-that-be for taking the steps and making the lives of Americans so fraught with misery, sadness and tragedy? I have to support this president, having been once part of the machine of living free, knowing what it cost to keep us there and not more than needed Many ask for much more than we could hope for: welfare, free education, religion of choice (no matter how convoluted or bizarre), a safety and lack of police interference and privacy. Where the Hell else in the world can you get true privacy? Yes, Big Brother is floating about, but he's not kicking in the goddamned doors and shooting you in the head and making your family and ideals and hopes and dreams disappear. If you're going to cry out for support or change you'd better do two things in your life: Vote and Read. If not, shut the fuck up and get off my balls you bastards.


Most recently I was reading an old favorite of mine: Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas. I smiled, thinking about the chaos of causing trouble with words and notions, misery and intimidation being your only guides. I wish I could pull off half the shit that Duke & Dr Gonzo did whilst amid the debris of humanity in Las Vegas. There is so much to rail against in the world. Why bother the idiocies of the Pope or any other leader? Clean up your own shit for once. Make your own mistakes, fix them, and move forward. As I began this essay for today I was under the mea culpa thought process indoctrinated into my mind as a Catholic. Now I need to remember that I love art & writing and that I have to be truest to what I am deep inside myself, not worrying, always helping and keeping the flame alive. I am going to have to find a way to make the most of the years I have (literally) let slip through my fingers and away. I am going to have to fucking cheer up and smile once in a while, making the most of my days & nights, chances & gambles, fortunes and failures.


I was disappointed others had moved on, now I have to be proud I did something good once, and make the most of this time left in life. After all, anything can happen.




~j~

I Am Not Dead, Just Having Phone Sex - reprinted from MySpace


Though these are old and dumb jokes I am posting them here nonetheless...

Have fun...


Adios!

~J~

Irresistible Temptation - Guy Stuff


Three friends are out enjoying a night on the town, and the suggestion that they visit the local whorehouse meets with enthusiasm all around - especially when the madam tells them there's a special offer that evening. For $100, $150, or $200, the customer will receive a sexual treat beyond his wildest dreams.

The first guy forks out $100, is shown to the first door on the right and soon his friends hear cries of ecstasy coming from within. He emerges sometime later sweaty, out of breath and grinning from ear to ear.

"She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen," he said panting. "After extensive foreplay she put two pineapple rings around my penis and ate them!"

The second guy couldn't fork over his $150 fast enough. He was shown to a room and soon wild cries of bliss were heard. Eventually he returned with the same grin and the same story, except that he had gotten whipped cream along with the two pineapple rings.

The third guy needs little persuading to part with his $200 and is shown to an upstairs room. Soon cries of ecstasy can be heard, but his friends are puzzled when they're interrupted by a scream of agony. When he returns, they can't wait to hear what happened.

"Yes," he explains wearily, "she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and after extensive foreplay she covered my prick with two pineapple rings, whipped cream, chopped nuts and topped it off with a maraschino cherry."

"So then what happened?" ask his friends eagerly.

"Well," he replies, "it looked so good, I took a bite myself."


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Outside World Is Better - Girl Thing


The Mother Superior of the orphanage called three girls, who were leaving, to her office.

"Now," she commenced, "you are all going out in the big, sinful world, and I must warn you against certain men. There are men who will buy you drinks, take you to a room, undress you, and do unspeakable things to you. Then they give two or three pounds, and you are sent away ruined.

"Excuse me, Reverend Mother," said the boldest girl. "Did you say these wicked men will give us three pounds?"

"Yes, dear child," said the Mother Superior. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," the girl said," the priests only give us apples."


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First Class Passenger - Blonde Jokes


A plane is on its way to Houston when a blonde in economy class gets up and move to the first class section and sits down.

The flight attendant watches her do this and asks to see her ticket. She then tells the blonde that she paid for economy class and that she will have to sit in the back. The blonde replies, "I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Houston and I'm staying right here."

The flight attendant then goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and co-pilot that there is a blonde sitting in first class where she should be sitting in economy class. The co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only paid for economy class, she would have to leave and return to her seat.

The blonde replies, "I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Houston and I'm staying right here." The co-pilot then tells the pilot that they should have the police ready when they land to arrest this blonde woman who won't listen to reason.

The pilot says, "You say she is a blonde? I'll handle this, I'm married to a blonde, I speak blonde." He goes back to the blonde and whispered something in her ear and she says, "Oh, I'm sorry." And she gets up and goes back to her seat in the economy. The flight attendant and co-pilot were amazed and ask him what he said to make her move without any fuss.

"I told her", the pilot replied, "That first class isn't going to Houston".


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Agony Of Life - Fucking Stone Cold


A man had just been laid off from work. He was standing on the railing of a high bridge getting read to jump off, when he happened to look down and see a little man with no arms dancing all around on the river bank below.

He thought to himself, "Life isn't so bad after all," and got off the railing.

He then walked down to the river bank to thank the little man for saving his life. "Thank you," he said. "I was going to jump off that bridge and kill myself, but when I saw you dancing even though you have no arms, I changed my mind."

"I am not dancing," the armless man replied bitterly. "My asshole itches, and I can't scratch it..."


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When Things Do Not Matter - Lessons In Life


A man who was summoned to an IRS audit asked his accountant for advice on what to wear.

"Wear your shabbiest clothing. Let them think you're a pauper."

Then he asked his lawyer the same question, but got the opposite "Don't let them intimidate you. Wear your most elegant suit and tie."

Confused, the man went to his rabbi, told him of the conflicting advice, and requested a resolution of the dilemma.

"Let me tell you a story," replied the rabbi.

"A woman, about to be married, asked her mother what to wear on her wedding night. Her mother advised, 'Wear a long, heavy flannel nightgown that goes right up to your neck.'

But when she asked her best friend, she got conflicting advice. The friend said, 'Wear your sexiest negligee, with a V-neck right down to your navel.'"

Confused, the man protested, "But what does all this have to do with my problem with the IRS?"

The rabbi replied, "Your situation is the same. It doesn't matter what you wear. You're going to get screwed."


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Proof That The World Is Nuts - Trivia


In Lebanon, men are legally allowed to have sex with animals, but the animals must be female. Having sexual relations with a male animal is punishable by death.

In Bahrain, a male doctor may legally examine a woman's genitals, but is prohibited from looking directly at them during the examination. He may only see their reflection in a mirror.

Muslims are banned from looking at the genitals of a corpse. This also applies to undertakers. The sex organs of the deceased must be covered with a brick or piece of wood at all times.

The penalty for masturbation in Indonesia is decapitation.

There are men in Guam whose full-time job is to travel the countryside and deflower young virgins, who pay them for the privilege of having sex for the first time.

Reason: under Guam law, it is expressly forbidden for virgins to marry.

In Hong Kong, a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her adulterous husband, but may only do so with her bare hands. The husband's illicit lover, on the other hand, may be killed in any manner desired.

Topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool, England - but only
in tropical fish stores.

In Cali, Colombia, a woman may only have sex with her husband, and the first time this happens, her mother must be in the room to witness the act.

In Santa Cruz, Bolivia, it is illegal for a man to have sex with a woman and her daughter at the same time.

In Maryland, it is illegal to sell condoms from vending machines with one exception: Prophylactics may be dispensed from a vending machine only "in places where alcoholic beverages are sold for consumption on the premises."

Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.

Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for
pleasure.

The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its own weight and always falls over on its right side when
intoxicated.

Butterflies taste with their feet.

An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.

Starfish don't have brains.

Turtles can breathe through their butts.




Reprinted from MySpace - My Feeling Today - A Little Self-Loathing




Follow this link & you'll see how I feel... maybe one day I'll slip out of my melancholy.

CAN'T BELIEVE
By: Faith Evans, feat. Carl Thomas

I always dream that everything
Would be okay with me and you
I was wrong
Than I look into your eyes
I didn't see all the things I use to see
What's going on

You gave me a reason to believe
That we were always meant to be
But now I see, you were wrong
You can't keep running back to me
With all those baby baby please
There's no more, no more

Never imagine you would be a faded picture
I'm emotional, I'm emotional
Guess I'll be leaving, you're deceiving, it's official
I'm emotional, so emotional

I can't forget that night
I saw you in the corner after tight
You were wrong
Still dancing on the floor
While I was watching from the door
So hurt
There you were

You gave me a reason to believe
That we were always meant to be
But now I see, you were wrong
You can't keep running back to me
With all those baby baby please
There's no more, no more

Never imagine you would be a faded picture
I'm emotional, I'm emotional
Guess I'll be leaving, you're deceiving, it's official
I'm emotional

You had your chance (had your chance)
But you threw it all away
Thought you had my love always (oh baby)
I don't understand (don't understand)
Why you think that we could stay
A total unhappiness

Never imagine you would be a faded picture
I'm emotional, I'm emotional
Guess I'll be leaving, you're deceiving, it's officials
I'm emotional, so emotional...

Is Nick L. A dork? - Reprinted from MySpace

Originally Published - August 2006

I hear that he's been crying a sad song over his former Mrs. I don't think she gives a shit about him or gave one before; it was a manufactured wedding & once she was done IT was done. Sorry, but shit happens!



Personally if he's in a pickle for cash he should SELL all the wicked shit he got that goody-goody to perform, whether she did it well or badly, and make a bundle. I think he was okay, not great, but not wanting to buy $600 sheets and then afraid to splooge on them when it all comes down to being wet & wild. And yes... that's a NICE piece of ass but I can't fucking go crazy over it... even the best still needs something to complete the package. After all, Tab A goes into Slot B!


That's it.


Adios!


Reprinted from MySpace - Lots to see on the World Wide web

Originally Published - June 2006

There seems to be a unlimited amount of chaos & skin, and people lacking in the decisiveness of showing or exposing it. And I'm not just talking about the "Over 18" sites similar to the concrete building winking in neon to allot you a 'adult' setting. I mean people everywhere... parties... events... whatever.


Lingerie... even misspelled gives you a peek into the lives of people before, that would have never been seen outside of the album you keep in the back of the closet.

Don't get me wrong: I'm all for skin so long as it's not my own. My wrinkled body would not be displayed except as a medical cadaver, so less said the better.

Nonetheless... the journey of the eyes should be a feast, enjoyed; not a cheap buffet, to be gorged upon until your hard drive explodes.