"If a girlie book was all that was left as a document of this generation, an anthropologist of the year 2965 would logically assume that this culture seemed to be identified with the religious concept: "God made my body and it is dirty, then the imperfection lies with the manufacturer, not the product. Do not remove this tag under penalty of law."
-Lenny Bruce-
How To Talk Dirty And Influence People
posted by DorianGray1854 at 9:50 AM
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If a "girlie book" was all that was left to document this generation, would the anthropologist assume some sort of insight into our spiritual leanings? (Lenny Bruce the snake handler confuses me here.)
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Porno is literature designed
to be read with one hand.
No...I tagged him.
dammit, I guess I will tag jasmine instead.
I was thinking i might bequeath a used bit of loo roll as a document representing me. instead of a photograph, like...
Oh, yeah, the robot/alien factor . . . I always forget to take that into account.
Though Boticelli's Venus strikes a fairly modest pose by today's standards.
mad...
I love that story.
Ing...
I think it is a very modest pose, however I think someting from Flynt Publications would give them a more accurate depiction of our society.
Jane..
I think you should leave another voice recording as representation of yourself.
Poly...
I thought people just read them for the stories.
Jas..
I am a dirty, dirty man!!
Captain...
Sorry your dead.
Flamingo...
I'm still here man... Sorry sometimes it gets hard to juggle all the shit in my life. I'll try to do the best I can.
Ah, shit-juggling. My grandpappy was a shit-juggler, working for Barnum & Bailey. He could juggle eight pieces while walking a tight rope. It was the elephants that finally did him in.
Ing, I hope your grandpappy never handed you pep-o-mint lifesavers.
Not from that height. But he did feed them to your grandpappy, who could fly up to get them.
Does the taste for them run in your family, I wonder?
AHHHH, Shit-Juggling, I've heard of this. ROLL THE UGLINESS!
satan hereby accepts your blackened soul into the fiery depths of the inferno
Jees Satan, you made that sound like the rose offering ceremony on The Bachelor...
God, that is soooo romantic!
suckah!
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