I’m so glad I was born late in the 20th century. Books and masturbation were the tools that kept me sane during adolescence.
Everytime I get the urge to “sin myself” I grab a handful of Frosted Flakes and hurl them down at my erect member, while screaming “IT’S NOT GREAT, YOU ARE NOT GREAT” That usually does the trick.
All for a Fassavoy romance. McBender.
Can we get a regular Jezebel feature of police blotter stories please and thank you.
He definitely has a painting of himself up in an attic somewhere that ages while he stays the same.
Have you seen Bottle Shock? He has the fugliest 70s wig and I would still bang him like a screen door in a hurricane. Can’t fight the pants-feelings for Chris Pine.
I believe in natural remedies and prefer to use them before over the counter stuff like tylenol for my kids. If they have a headache I try ice and/or drinking water before giving them meds but I will treat with meds if it persists so they aren’t in pain.
Naturopaths can do good but in conjunction with actual doctors. It’s called complimentary medicine for a reason and idiots like these give those of us, who believe naturopaths have a role to play alongside medical doctors, a bad name.
Guess I’ll have to post this again! So fucking hilarious and depressing.
If you have to go bad enough, no number of kegels will stop it.
Best erotica ever read. 10/10 would masturbate to this again.
There you have it, it’s science!
I used to work with a physio who told me that when she was newly qualified, she’d gone into a cubicle to give chest physio to a man. She went in, said good morning, rolled him over, pounded his back, was surprised at how unproductive it was, rolled him back over, said cheerio, wondered why he was so quiet, went to…
I thought it was just me—I too am a human bowel-stimulant, but my ability seems to transcend patient age groups. (May yours remain limited to cute newborns!)
There are days in nursing that I look at the janitor, and wish i had his job.