KaraBiber
KaraBiber
KaraBiber

Yuck, exactly. Also is the angle for that piece “but her vagina was clearly asking for it since it clamped tightly around my dick”?

But this description of a woman “wring[ing] every last drop from my body” as if his penis is a dirty dishtowel is really something to behold.

The bolded part in the first example is somehow—impossibly—the least bad segment of it. What in the actual fuck? The Penthouse Forum stories I used to read in stolen magazines during my teens were better written than this dreck.

What strikes me there is that if you turned off the sound you’d have absolutely no idea what’s being advertised.

Interesting, I’ve never tried millipedes, maybe I should, especially on a grey damp cold day...

My intern at work was born in 1996, the year I graduated high school. It’s official, I’m old.

Yes. I wish those saying “Americans don’t...” as if it’s universal would F off

I’m a teacher. When kids try it on, sometimes I ask them to tell me when they they were born, so I can make a point about how I’ve seen their scams before.

My default setting is apparently 1998 and I am old.

The smaller text on the print at at least made the connection to service, and even mentioned the dudes working for the airline.

Wow, there isn’t even a plane shown or her in her uniform. her talking about being “born to fly” could just as well being her talking about how she was born to trip balls on acid.

I came across a dog-eared copy of Coffee, Tea or Me? during an extended hospital stay in the late 1980s. It’s worth tracking down and reading to give you an idea of just how insane the industry was at the time. The publishers obviously made the authors talk up their sexual escapes in racy-for-the-era fashion, but they

I’m not big into tea but a good tieguanyin oolong is 100% worth the high price. Also a smoky lapsang souchong. Or a warm earthy genmatcha. But that said, most teas sold to western audiences in supermarkets suck monkey balls.

Hey now. This is literally professional trolling, and you know it.

It’s kinda amazing that this Beard award winning restaurant journalist never contemplated the illogic of Stanich’s story - that a restaurant would have to close because it was TOO popular and packed with paying customers. A restaurateur in that position who wants out of the business simply sells to someone else,

I’m guessing Patty “swings both ways” as they used to say back in the ‘70s. Maybe she’s poly, too! We know she’s a dom, because Marcy always calls her Sir. Most doms are nonmonogamous, so...

I thought Peppermint Patty and Marcy were in a relationship.

Sounds reasonable, alcohol steralizes germs so that must include the sugar germ.