Alpha-tagged By Hella

I have been tagged harder than a little boy at Michael Jackson's house

A - Available or Single? Available for some sweet sweet Hella love'n!

B - Best Friends? Amber, Elena, The Jeff, Jenna... yeah, the Burger Night Crew (represent!)

C - Cake or Pie? Pie

D - Drink of Choice? Non alcoholic – Pepsi, Alcoholic - HEFEWEIZEN

E - Essential Item? My Laptop

F - Favorite Color? Red, the color of Passion

G - Gummi Bears or Worms? i don't have much of a sweet tooth, but i'd have to say Gummi Bears.

H - Hometown? Trabuco Hills (never heard of it? not surprised...)

I - Indulgence? Video games, sex, and writing (which i need to do more of)

J - January or February? January- snowboard season

K - Kids and Names? None, least you count Herb

L - Life is incomplete without? Love & Passion

M - Marriage Date? Not Applicable

N - Number of Siblings? 1 Older brother (and i have the scars to prove it)

O - Oranges or Apples? Depends on the porn...

P - Phobias/Fears? Fear of children

Q - Favorite Quote? My shoes are too tight, but it's ok, because i've forgotten how to dance.

R - Reasons to smile? I only have one, and she's behind ever smile i have

S - Season? Winter


T - Tag 3 People: the people i wanted to tag have already been tagged... drat

U - Unknown Fact About Me? I saved a little girl's life

V - Vegetable You Hate? Broccli

W - Worst Habit? I over explain things

X - X-rays You've Had? Arm, wrist, teeth, back

Y - Your Favorite Foods? Meatloaf, Burgers, brownies,

Z - Zodiac? Taurus (i'm full of bull you see...)




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Smells Like Good Advice

Whooo-Whooo!

I'm Famous!

Check it out, my guest post on Shay's Spot is up (FYI it's NSFW)
Click Here for the post.


Or if you'd rather read it here be my guest (it's just missing all the eye candy associated with the S Spot



Reader Question - Double Answer to Panty Sniffing Worries
(this was "Cut & Pasted" From Shay's Blog)

The other day, Exile and I decided to team up to answer a few of the interesting questions that I've received from a couple of readers. We tackled the following question first:
"Hi Shay,
Is it normal for guys to sniff used panties? I really have a strong urge for it. Am I ok?
Thanks"

Exile says:
"Is it normal to sniff used panties? Well, my friend, to field this question we must first break down your query into it’s key elements. In our society we often find ourselves striving to categorize and label people and their behaviors to better understand them. The term “Normal” it’s self is pretty relative, there are some tribes deep in the heart of the rain forest that
insert large clay disks into their children’s lips that would shun us in the civilized world for performing circumcisions on children of the same age.

As for the act of sniffing panties, it is a result of modern man confronting his primitive instincts. Man was once ruled by his these instincts, it drove him to seek out a mate and breed. These instincts were, and still are, triggered by pheromones, and seeing as though men are drawn to these scents they try and go for the source, which is interpreted as the “vagina.”

But to answer your question, no, it’s not normal.

Lucky for you that’s not really important.
See, the world if full of people labeled as “freaks,” and they never really feel like they belong unless they find someone else that they can belong with. Oh, and if you are looking for someone to be a freak with, the internet is a great place to start.

The truth is that if you enjoy taking a woman’s panties, boiling them, and drinking the broth it’s completely O.K., so long as you find someone who shares your “special interests.” "

Shay says:
"I agree with Exile, no sniffing panties isn't considered normal, but there's not nessaerily anything wrong with not being normal AND enjoying panty sniffing actually isn't that unusual, though perhaps obsessing about smelling panties is.

Panty sniffing is generally a harmless fetish, it doesn't hurt anyone (unless you're stealing their panties without permission) and it's certainly not dangerous (well, maybe a slight risk of suffocation) or illegal.

In fact, if you think about it, panty sniffing kinda makes sense - let's follow the logic:
Straight men (among others) like vaginas ->
Panties are where vaginas live ->
Used panties smell like vaginas

Thus it's not that far a stretch to see how a straight man (and other people interested in women) might become interested in used panties as a masturbatory aid/fetish object.
In fact, it's very common for fetish objects to be objects that are associated with intimacy and smells. Scent is closely tied to memory which gives items like used panties an ability to evoke a lot of conscious and unconscious emotional responses.

So, in conclusion, using panties as a masturbatory aid isn't really all that strange, it's more like porn for your nose as opposed to porn for your eyes - so yes, I would say that you're "ok".

But if you find that you'd rather sniff panties than be with a real woman (or man) then you'd have, what we call in the biz, a fixation that could be unhealthy."






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HNBD- Half Nekk'ed Blood Doner

I did my good deed,
and I had a need to bleed.



I'll admit that it did hurt a tad bit, but what good deed goes unpunished?


And as a a bonus feature, this pic is all for Sassy


(feel free to hit your self for me Sass)



On a side note, seeing as though Spring is in the air, and the air is a bit "musty" it's nearly spring cleaning time. I'm putting a call out to all the other HNT'ers to do a Spring Cleaning Theme for their HNT pics next week.



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Haiku Fridays

What's the deal with chicks?
They can be so kind and sweet
and blood thirsty beasts

they always gang-up
then, not attack, but destroy
each moment savored

Chicks are so petty
damn cruel to eachother too
vicious mind games

HGT- Half Gifted Thursday

As my mind floats off to thoughts of my last weekend with Hella, I feel a HNT from those wonderful days is most called for.



Needless to say my Herb was happy




Exile

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I've Had Enough Of Your Sith

Ever have one of those days where you get really upset with someone, but just can't stay mad?







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Sobriety Is A Symptom Of Alcohol Deficiency

Oh god did last night suck.

Here's the short version of the night:
"So the directions... shit"
"If no one's leaving, how do we get in?"
"Why the fuck am I so god damn sober?"
"$30 for a beer?"

Now of the full version:
Originally, all plans for the evening had fallen through and we didn't think we were going anywhere. (The we I speak of is Amber, my Pet Lesbian, and I) but a call from one of our burger night guest stars changed our plans from drinking and watching movies to packing up and heading to Newport (an hour from Elsinore).

We took off late from the house because everyone had to get dressed (and I needed my clothes to dry...)

We hit the road at 9:30pm and after some directional dysfunctions we finally parked the car at 11:00pm. Luckily Elena had enough change in her car to cover us for 3 hours, but that also meant we were on a deadline to re-feed the meter. But no worries, right?

For those familiar with Newport, there is no decent parking, ANYWHERE. To make matters worse, all the bars are in the same block, so while it's a kick ass place to bar hop any other night, on a holiday it's a nightmare. Every bar has ridiculously long line, and Sharkey's was no exception. This line was long, I mean really fucking long. We wound up in an alley around the corner from the bar. And this place was so packed that the dance floor was reduced to a heaving mass of shoulder-to-shoulder drunks (and all we could do is look in with pure envy).

On a side note, there was a huge coincidence that night, see, we went to Sharkey's to meet Andrea, but what we didn't expect was that The Jeff was at the same bar. (We ascertained this information only after a series of drunk calls). So while we were in line I txt The Jeff to come to the window and wave hi to us from inside the club. He txt me back "wait right there." we started thinking that he was going to do something funny through the window or buy our way in or (The Jeff is like that). Sure enough he comes stumbling out of the bar and pulls us out of line. Once were out of line he asks us if we want to go to a party. This was cool except we wanted to get into the bar, not leave it. (Thus the reason why were waiting in line) so now we needed to get Andrea out and take her with us (I’m not sure why).

Once again a series of drunk calls finally gets Andrea out of the bar along with some dude in a kilt, he’s all about taking her back to his house for a good rail’n (and I couldn’t blame him, it’s St Patrick’s Day for everyone.) Well kilt boy starts inviting all of us back to his place with promises of booze. Yeah, no such luck. See, Kilt Boy forgot that he and his roommates polished off every form of alcohol in his place before they left. So there we were, horribly sober with nothing to remedy the situation. The only solution I could find was to simply open my own bar. I shot out to a convinence store with the intention of grabbing some booze, meeting back up with The Jeff (who was out rounding up his buddies) and then heading out this mystery party he mentioned.

Unbeknownst to us, while The Jeff “Said” when was going to go get his buddies and meet back with us, they actually jumped into their car and drove to Huntington Beach. It took us half an hour and another drunk call to realize that there was no point in continuing to wait.

At this point amber and I had had it, we were tired of watching Andrea make out with Kilt Boy and we were tired of running around trying to coordinate with people who were blissfully drunk while we were painfully sober.

So we gathered up the Pet Lesbian and hit the road, much to my chagrin I realized that our little trip to the liquor store cost me thirty bucks (beer & vodka), and I only got to drink one beer. Yeah, one $30 non-green beer on St. Patrick’s Day… that’s just a crime *sniffle*.

The current status of this tee-totaling trio was edgy to say the least. Amber was livid, and rightly so, and with the hate-waves emanating from her I was all for giving her a wide birth. I was pissed, but I decided to hold my tongue, after all, with amber in the state she was in it would have just been kindling on the fire. As for my Pet Lesbian, well, at the liquor she decided to buy a Rock Star and mix it with some vodka, this made her so hyper that she just couldn’t shut up for more than five seconds.

As she yammered on in the backseat I had to give a bit advise:
“You might want to be quite it for a few minuets because I really don’t want Amber to stuff you in the trunk.”

We made it home a little before 2:00 am, which is good cause the parking meter was still running (no need to feed the beast).

Once inside Amber took her anger in her room and passed out. My Pet Lesbian and I started watching Sin City, but little miss energy fizzled out in the first 20 min.




Last night should have been this good:


But it was this bad:






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How To Kiss

With the "squishy-ness" of the last post I thought I'd let everyone know exactly how it's done





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One Hella-va Weekend

She came, she saw, she got snockered!

That's right, our sweet, darling, innocent, "pure as driven snow" Hella finally touched down in California on Wednesday night.

As I’m sure you're all dying for the details, I’ll give you a day-by-day break down (the debauchery was left out, so it's going to be a lot shorter than you're hoping, hehehe)

Thursday:
Thursday was full of all kinds of snuggling. Followed by a tasty trip to BJ's


From there it was only a slightly buzzed drive to Target

Hella shopped till she dropped, but this was not the only shopping to be had...

I also exposed Hella to something else, something she's never had before, something... Sinful


Oh, and we indulged... Mmmmmmm...
Cake Batter & chocolate mixed with brownies and covered in hot chocolate
Hella drooled (I won't say from where)


That night we drove up to Big Bear, the plan was for snowboarding, but alas there was a bit of a sna-foo. A big sna-foo.

With the recent cold snap in Big Bear Lake there was quite a bit of freezing.

Freezing the snow,
Freezing the Lake,
And most importantly, freezing the water in the pipes.

Yes, as soon as I turned on the water to the cabin the pipes under the bathroom sink exploded with the fury of water. (It’s actually quite furious for a liquid).

It took a few hours to clean up the water and try and fill up the toilet... needless to say we needed to sleep in the next day.



Friday:
We woke up in Big Bear and with a night of heaters roaring we were toasty warm and cozy as all get out.

At the log cabin restaurant there was an interesting exchange between the server and Hella.

Hella ordered her fries with gravy.
The server looked at Hella as if she was from the moon, and then asked if she was from Texas.
Hella confessed that she was from Canada.
After a few "what a small world" revelations the gravy arrived... a "breakfast gravy".
Hella asked for beef gravy instead.
Hella put on her best WTF face and tried the chowder like gravy.
As soon as she became comfortable with the "breakfast gravy" the server swapped gravy on her for beef gravy.
The moral of the story soon became "quit while you're ahead"
(Beef gravy = yuck)

Our trip back to my condo was a relief in more ways than one (running water is so nice.)

After some serious lounging around (the house) we decided to get a taste of something a little "fishy".



That's right, Hella the, Honorary California girl, dined of Sushi for the first time! (California Rolls, to be precise)

Oh, and the girl has skills, mad Chopstick skills!


Saturday:
We woke up late cause we're like that, after all, some days it just feels good to snuggle in. ("exile can snuggle? Get out...")

On this particular Saturday it wasn't just another vacation day, it was something that few ever witness, a Hella in her natural environment...


For those who don't know, Hella loves to shop, she lives to shop, she's live'n la vida compra'.

Oh, the stores that line this outlet mall...

Old Navy, Payless shoes, Bath & Body Works, oh and need we forget... The Gap


awwww, look at her go!

She found camo shorts in an outlet mall right next to the 50% off sign.
Unfortunately it's 50% off the price and not off the actual shorts (Hella in cheeky shorts... *growl*)

That night was Burger Night, and boy was it a big one. 12 people, 6 pounds of burger meat, and a bunch of drunks....

It was off the hizz-hook.
Instead of a play by play I thought I’d just give you a few shots to sum it up.

We drank some drinks...


Hella met a snake...


And the other Burger Night Regulars had fun too...


Hell, we all did...


Sunday:
Hung over drunks gripped the carpet to keep themselves from being flung from the violent rotation of the earth.

There was a huge banquet style breakfast held in the kitchen.

Andrea found out he broke her toe the night before.

Hella and I slept through all this.

Sunday was Beach day and we were Laguna bound.

FYI, I live in the valley of the dirt people, off the right side of the map. (I guess we're unsightly just cause we don't bathe...)

We walked along the beach playing in the tide pools and poking things (go on Sassy, say it.)

With shoes kicked off we walked in the sand.


But the water was colder than expected...

Click here to see the full size on this one.

After cruising the shops and such we finally made our way to a little spot above the beach. From our little perch we watched as the California sun extinguished it's self in the pacific.


While the sunset might have been pretty, this was beautiful...



In that moment we both said the things that were racing through out minds

Exile- "how long does a sunset take?" (I mean, really, when does it start exactly?)
Hella- "Dog fucker" ("Ya fuck a dog one time and you're labeled" said Shawn during last night's burger night)



With the romance of the sunset behind us there was one thing that was a must...


A Cheesecake themed restaurant?

Do you think Hella approved?



"We don't want to fill up on dinner, we need to make room for desert..."


Monday:
Monday was a bit of a sad day, Hella packed and I did silly things to make her smile.

Our trip back to LAX was a swift one, but the people at LAX were anything but.

1st off, the design of the airport is set up so there are no restaurants outside the terminals. Well, none except Starbucks. Yeah, and those bastards have the nerve to charge wary travelers $8.50 American for a fucking sandwich. (That’s like $20 Canadian)


(We won't even talk about the cookie)

After pushing our way through the "elevator of doom" we kissed our goodbyes two times over.


While saying goodbye is always sad, it means that we get to start making plans for our next trip.






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