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Sadly it's only my thoughts, just the flatulent ooze from my mind.

Nothing profound, nothing lasting: just a moment of pure satisfaction.
Sorry if it smells.


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Do you blow your horn,
cut the cheese,
let Polly out of jail,
pop a bean,
burnout,
launch a loaf,
shoot a bunny,
light the match,
or drop an air biscuit?
Have you ever let a breezer,
a carpet stainer,
a wet willy,
a poop gopher,
a trouser trumpet,
a sonic blast,
a cushion creeper,
a rumbler,
a string of pearls,
a hershey squirt,
a turtle head,
or a nut knocker?
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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Touching

Awhile back I was in the hospital, I'd been having some pain in my groin, so a male doctor did an exam on me. He checked my whole area. It seemed like he spent way too much time checking things out ( it just seemed like it). Now that kinda got me to thinking. If he had gotten some pleasure while he was doing that, couldn't it be classified molestation.
But to tell you the truth, I don't see the difference between someone touching my elbow and someone touching my pecker. But the way society sees things is that my pecker is nasty, evil, ugly, sinful, etc. Or it's the Holy of Holys, the untouchable. But there is very little on our bodies that is that way. Nothing is said when we are bumped in a crowd. See if someone touches my pecker, they are committing this horrible act. And this has gone so far that to see this offending member, to let someone see it, or if they sneek a look is a crime. I'm just lost to all of this.
I think our society has lost it. A parent can beat a kid bad enough to be put into the hospital and the kid will be taken away. The parent will get a suspended sentence more than likely and probably get the kid back. But if that parent touches a kid's penis, they could be charged with molestation and serve time in prison. Then they will have to register as a sex offender where ever they live. They will probably never be able to get the kid back. Some of the things I hear about are just completely ignorant. There is no logic to it. No order. Just hysteria.
Hey I don't know about anybody else but I've been felt up a few times. The lifeguard that taught me how to swim, would have his hand on my pecker. Sometimes he would slip his hand inside my swim shorts. I didn't have to go to a head doctor to understand it. He always seemed to change clothes in the dressing room when the rest of us did. It didn't bother me. When I was in 8-9-10 year olds baseball, my coach helped me put on my supporter and cup in the bathroom at the field. He touched my privates. It didn't bother me. I was swimming at a friends house and his 15 year old brother stuck his hand down inside my trunks. No big thing. But these were all crimes by society's standards. But I wasn't hurt. I didn't exactly like it ( there is alot of stuff in life I don't like ) but it wasn't anymore of a bad touch than if someone touched my arm.
See I'm not advocating this touching. I'm saying that there are alot of things that are truely hurtful that goes on in this world that's accepted but this is something that is so bad.
So we are taught that we shouldn't let anyone touch us "Down There" because it's nasty, dirty, evil. We shouldn't let anyone see our packages because they are evil and unclean. See by doing what the authorities do with these situations, they are telling little boys that they have a dirty, evil part of their body. So we must be the reason for the bad things. Boys are dirty and evil. Makes sense to me. It always has.

I'm evil and I must be destroyed.

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