Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

(If you know you're military lingo then you get the meaning behind the title)

So i've been thinking (this is always dangerous) that i talk a lot about sex, but dont' write about it nearly enough (if you think i'm bad on here you have no idea.) I've realized that by not singing the praises of intercourse that i have offended the Gods Of Sexual Gratification. Thus they have frowned upon me and my desire to shoot DNA at the oposite sex of my species.


To that end i offer upon the gods the gifts of links:

First i give the gift of music. two videos chocked full of so many enuendos that it would make Dr. Ruth blush (i won't mention what parts of her would be blushing...) Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo and Bad Touch. (cheeky monkeys)

Next i give the gift of erotic exploration via blogs. I offer on to the gods Viviane's Sex Carnival , a veritable cornocopia of sex and One Life, Take Two (sex is like swimming, it's safer in groups.)

Finally, I utter unto the gods the sacred catch phrase "money can't buy love, but you can rent it." May the gods be please with this offering of scantly clad women willing to pleasure themselves on cam per your request for a slight fee.


I say on to thee, ye gods of old, take pity upon this weary soul.


*This plea to the gods was brought you by Dicken's brand Cider. Why get a soda when you can get your Dicken's Cider.


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