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I haven't. I'm just active in my local BDSM scene. I'm a college student and I'm actually hosting a discussion about BDSM later tonight as part of my school's LGBT club. The kicker is that the email sent out to the club said we'd be talking about "BDSM and 50 Shades of Grey." I wasn't planning on mentioning 50 Shades,

Oh my god, really? Have you written about it?

boi oi oi oi oing

"Grey's penis interminably "springs free" of his boxer briefs, a description that I suppose is apt if not exactly alluring."

This is the face of a man who spends many, many hours masturbating furiously to the language in House Bill 365, and who has a lovely collection of Lulumon catalogues stashed away somewhere.

Yesterday I saw a guy wearing basketball shorts, Adidas rubber slippers with socks, and a wool pullover with Celtic patterns.

Put my ashes in a Choc-top.

My divorce package included two jet skis, a stainless steel outdoor barbeque and an all paid three day trip to sunny acapulco! Wait, that was the price is right. Actually I am pretty sure I was never on the price is right. I consumed a lot of drugs and alcohol during my divorce.

Probably Ellie.

Um.

For the rest of us, there's the 'Typical Divorce Experience Package,' which is an extended stay at a Motel Six in Hell, where half your luggage is delivered to your ex-spouse, the air conditioner is always broken and the room is out of toilet paper.

My favorite part might be the very vocal peanut gallery

I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

Someone from Jez is going to see and review this right? Just don't force Mark to do it because lord knows he's been put through enough.

For those wondering what a choc-top is, it's this:

She was originally going to go with Summer Eve, but decided that would be too douchey...