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Where DOES it all end? Obviously it ends after all is said and done. After the fat lady sings. When pigs fly, when hell freezes over, when you move into upper management, when you’re marinating in soil and worms, when you’ve moved into shart mode, the jig is up, the farm is bought, the hellish sensation that you’ve been there before sets in, tax season grasps you by the balls and nails you to the desktop, the seratonin uptake inhibitor is neither uptaking nor inhibiting, in fact you are exhibiting on the downbeat, and the symphony is playing on and on. You’re toast. You’re so yesterday. Your mold is showing, your eyes have seen the glory of the coming, you bet the farm and your dog died too. You’ve gone to the dirt archives. The cat is on the bed. You’ve put the smack down on it all, you eat the big one, you eat the little ones too, and then they eat you. Repeat.

They take their pleasure according to their nature, and so it is necessry to fall in with their habits. If one Kisses contrary to custom and local sentiment, it is an amusement which no longer has any meaning and becomes distressing, like the air from a fan to someone who is cold. The people of Lata country (Gujarat) also lick the labia of the vagina, the crotch, the underside of the arms and the pubis.

from the Complete Kama Sutra

Not sure about this little exercise but I’m always glad to share some Kama Sutra with you, T4.

WTF? I had a brilliant blog idea about 5 minutes ago and now i lost it…..  was it about the tv? the internet? the job? the elections? my rats? my desire for a cigarette? My inane insane thoughts???  Boys and pussy? Pussy and boys? Give me a minute… it will come back….