Rosie The Riveter Dies


In factories
working side by side by with men
husbands
brothers and
fathers
you laid a foundation
ushered in a new era
of sexual harassment at the work place
both sexes now equal to sexually harass one another
more so the men
Rosie you are captivating, riveting while riveting
boobs bounce when you pound those nails in
commanding that heavy nail gun
with your slender arms


Sexual Harassment? You decide.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Addiction: Lady Gaga Covers

I couldn't really get into the actual songs, but for some reason, any remix, mash-up or cover of the Lady Gaga songs makes me want to smoke it into my lungs, and shoot it up my veins, making my blood run with Gaga.

Wikipedia on addiction:

"Historically, addiction has been defined as physical and psychological dependence on psychoactive substances (for example alcohol, tobacco, heroin and other drugs) which cross the blood-brain barrier once ingested, temporarily altering the chemical milieu of the brain.

Some psychology professionals and many laymen now mean 'addiction' to include abnormal psychological dependency on such things as gambling, food, sex, pornography, computers, internet, work, exercise, idolising, watching TV or certain types of non-pornographic videos, spiritual obsession, cutting and shopping."


want to smoke it into my lungs and brain.

Some psychology professionals and many laymen now mean 'addiction' to include abnormal psychological dependency on such things as gambling, food, sex, pornography, computers, internet, work,exercise, idolising, watching TV or certain types of non-pornographic videos, spiritual obsession, cutting and shopping.



Lady Gaga Medley



Paparazzi: Lady Gaga covered by 11-year-old boy


Excerpt 8 of 50


54. Masturbating to someone who's less attractive than you.

55. Slow roller-coasters.

56. "Moderate" Google searches.

-Excerpt from A List of Pointless Things

Excerpt 6 of 50


"...it's like she works for a news company called 'Shit That No One Cares About.'"

- Excerpt from Her Facebook Status


Excerpt 7 of 50


"Because I'm a writer, I see my life as narrative, a story. I create obstacles for my longings, punish the protagonist with weakness, tragic flaws, vanity, hubris. To add tension to the plot, I'm indecisive, I create conflicts for myself: me vs. boss, me vs. self-loathing, me vs. nature, me vs. society, me vs. God, me vs. fate, or me vs. meaning of life.

There are internal struggles, I make the wrong choices, and neither you nor I know what's going to happen next. Neither you nor I know, "how he's going to get out of this one." There are unfulfillable desires. A lot of them.

These lofty goals and the subsequent fulfillment and attainment of them in the climax, in the final pages, not only create a better story, but come much to surprise to both you and I."

-Excerpt from Why I'm Still Procrastinating in My Late Twenties

My Momma Didn't Come Here For This

O beautiful for spacious skies,



For amber waves of grain

For purple mountain majesties


Above the fruited plain!

America!
Death Panels

America!


God shed his grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

Santa, this year I want a little less batshit in my melting-pot, and hold the racism, I'm allergic to that shit.

Happy Kwanzaa Everyone!

Forever 29

Here's a piece I did for dugaldo.blogspot.com, reposted because it's kind of amazing.


I'm almost 29. I throw up a little every time I think about it. It's just a number, but what 35 year old woman* would shop at a store called Forever 29? I don't look 29. I sure don't act like it, but what matters are my old man memories.


I remember when you didn't want or need to know everything. No, knowing the definition of fecundity or settling a dispute among friends regarding the difference between Chris Tucker and Chris Rock will not make you a better person, it will just add to the list of things you'll look up and never use. I wonder if celebrities ever google us to see what cellphone camera movies we’ve starred in, what malls we've worked at, or the community colleges we went to?


So in a sense the older you get the more you get displaced from the present. Your memories don’t allow yourself to be present.


I'm sorry the impossibilities are over. Mommy isn’t there to say, you can be anything you want, even president. I can't quit my job and join the NFL or NBA anymore, I can't go to school again and choose a new major, I can't become mayor. It is a fuckin tragedy, like that guy who invented a cell phone that could play music because it had a cassette player built in. It boasted having dual cassette decks so you could have twenty, count em, twenty songs on your five pound phone without opening the deck to insert a new cassette. He was a laughing stock when his coworker presented the cellphone/mp3 player at the annual stock holders meeting.


But,


Maybe instead of the memories serving as concrete points in time for comparisons, they can serve as stepping stones. Maybe we can reflect on the improvements around our world and in our selves. Maybe I’m an adult prodigy. There is a stigma with youth and genius. When I was in Mexico, no one was amazed at my Spanish skills, they said my grammar sounded like I was in Middle School, but if I was a first grader and sounded like an eighth grader I would be a prodigy. See? You have to have your breakthroughs early. Keep these things in mind, Kobe Bryant didn’t become great until he was in his late twenties, same with Kanye West. So age doesn't limit possibilities a long as your're improving. Age can be viewed as a door opening wider and wider rather than a door closing ever so slightly everyday.



Above is Brad Pitt at 39 and Will Smith at 39. I guess my best days are yet to come.


*speaking of 35 year old women


La Roux - Bulletproof




Why does she look hella old? She’s only twenty one. And why does she have a voice of someone much, much, hotter?

Excerpt 5 of 50


"Hi."

"Hey, haven't heard from you for a while."

"I know, long time no talk. Hey, can you google me the Lakers score?

"Hold on. Um, they're currently undefeated, they won tonight 80-68."

"What a day today, I'm glad you're picking up my calls now. Speaking of Lakers..."

"I didn't mention Lakers, you did."

"You brought up the score. Whatever, who ever brought up the Lakers doesn't matter. Back to my story. I didn't bring my Lakers umbrella, so I was caught in the rain, and I had to use my briefcase as an umbrella all the way to the firm. The water seeped through the stitching, and my Maxim and turkey sandwich got completely soaked. How's the weather like gonna be like tomorrow? You can just go to weather.com, and find out the ten day forecast.

"It's going to be raining again, but only in the morning so you probably want to dress in layers and carry a collapsible umbrella, not like the huge beach umbrella you brought on our first date.

"Thanks. What is the definition of "plutocracy," can you wiki it for me?

- Excerpt from Are You Calling Me Because You're Internet Is Down?


Excerpt 4 of 50


I made my way through the security guards and flashing lights, heading straight for the champagne pyramid. A crowd was gathered there and I would mix in easily behind shoulders draped with furs, shawls and Italian stitched clothing. No one would notice my traveled black sneakers or my flip cellphone.

I text my daughter,

DADDY IS IN
HAVE BREAD
STUFFED IN POCKET
NO WATER BUT CHAMPAGNE
WILL EAT LIKE KINGS TONIGHT!!!
DADDY LOVES YOU
NOT YELLING
LOWER CASE
FUNCTION BROKEN

A man with a monocle approaches me as I shut my phone.
He says, "And who may you be my good man?"

"I'm the son of the CEO of Home Depot, heir to the great Home Depot Fortune," I reply.

"My name is Charles, Charles Home Depot"

- Excerpt from Keeping Up Appearances

Excerpt 3 of 50


He won the Kentucky Derby
on foot
possibly because he wants to prove something
wasn't fair though, humans beat everything
jerk wore and sold "why beat a dead horse, when you can beat a live one" shirts
for charity so he could

Cure cancer on a whim
he saved my wifes life, but
what an ego
he was unwilling to test his cure on anyone
fearing possibly killing someone so
he gave himself cancer
and
tested the cure for cancer on himself
Parades, Banners, and more t-shirts
where thrown in his lap
won the presidency with
the words selfless
underneath his
invisaligned smile
selfless?
how is it selfless when you're doing something for yourself? He cured his own cancer too.

-Excerpt from Haters

He would most likely walk into job interviews like this





Excerpt 2 of 50


The power is in the leg room
I have business class seating
behind my desk
in the drivers seat
On the side you sit on it's smooth and flat
no shelves, no leg room
no place to hold your stuff because you just come to sit
no place for a name plate, pens for signatures
you don't need a place to rest family photos
a mouse for clicking, or a phone to check messages

its not a destination , but a brief moment in front of my
desk and you're gone,

yesterday I posted a job
I am hiring a highly qualified individual to clean out machine gun nests that have appeared on the Eastern side of our fortified areas in Afghanistan,
Spanish speakers preferred, females wanted,

the day before, i sat on the wrong side of the desk,
the person who came for the job posting interviewed me instead, asked me how much I would work for, if I was good at attacking fortified soldiers who have confined themselves in spaces so tight sniper rifle fire could not penetrate, and if i could speak Spanish...

- Excerpt from Memoirs of an Assistant Manager



Excerpt 1 of 50


I always have extreme anxiety when I checkout at Safeway
It's always a rush, the cashier puts her hand at the mouth of the register
preemptively waiting for the receipt to shoot out
rushing me
The cashier, she looks up at me. I want to ask her, her name,
how was her day?
Her name-tag says "Celine"
her name-tag rushes me too
underneath her name is her phone number
and her likes and dislikes
I feel like, we know each other I know her now
This relationship is moving too quick
I guess we're rushing it
My lips part to ask her...
She has a Pink Button on her black apron that says "Not Free This Friday"
I type my phone number to get club savings
4153074203
she lets out a slight sigh
I'm going to slow
I swipe my card, hit
Enter to accept charges
No to decline cash-back
YES to donate a dollar to support Al Qaeda

-Excerpt from How I Accidentally Sponsored Terrorism

First Scar


She went on Photoshop and changed her body
Byebye imperfecton
Icon spray can flesh spray paint click
She doctored photos
Byebye scar
Byebye bellybutton


Priceless


"You're priceless."

"Thanks."

"No, I mean you're not worth anything."

I overheard this conversation on the bus
I turned my iPod off, eavesdropping
I found out that the couple had a fetish for degradation
so it was actually kind of romantic.

Women Need to Be More Like Gay Guys


As I was leaving downtown San Francisco, I hit a red light. The bass from a House Music song pulled up next to me and hopped in my rolled down window, seconds latter, the SUV it belonged to pulled up next to me.

The passengers laughed and spoke in Spanish, and then their banter came to halt, the man in the passenger seat turned around from his silenced friends and said,

"You're beautiful."

Oh Damn

Q: How in love horny would you have to be to give someone 1,600 a day for a year and fly 14 times to to London just to get get stood up by them, and never physically meeting them, only to have the monetary transaction relationship to be based off of chatting on the internet and jpegs ripped off some college chicks Facebook?

A:
Reporter: Do you now realize this was a scam?
Man: (pausing while taking deep breath) Yep.

He Who Laughs Last Doesn't Have Leukemia

Cracked open a bottle of champagne today, took it with me on my bicycle and did a victory lap around my neighborhood.

As you may or may not know, the Guy From LFO has died from Leukemia. Today many a twitter, Facebook status, and news ticker read:

"Guy From LFO Dies"
Guy From LFO


LFO: One Down Two to Go

Some of you maybe wondering what is LFO? Why the celebration?

Well...

Grab The World By Its Tail and Put it In Your Pocket

I want to gut it with a spoon,
carve it's insides out like a watermelon and drink its juice,
as it drips down my chin
and
snakes down my arm like a spiral staircase








The Sun


It was a good 97 degrees, in the Bay today.

I had the luxury to be outside playing football.

A tribe of homeless people served as our fans, shouting after every catch or dropped ball.

One of them squatted in the grass, watched us from afar like a lion in a field.

He then came up to me, he said his name was John.

He said "You are the Sun."

"I know, it's sunny out here," I replied.

"No, you are the Sun."

I don't know what he meant. Did he think I was the Sun God Apollo, or the Sun God Tonatiuh of the Aztecs, or maybe he mistook me for Inti the Incan Sun God? Or maybe I'm being too egotistical, maybe he meant that I was The Son, as in The Son of God.

Unemployment Line


The unemployment line traced the city streets, snaking through alleys, parking lots, and down into the subway, an etch a sketch through the city with no rhyme or reason.

I lined up behind the last person in line and became the leader to follow, directing the line.

Waiting in an unemployment line is unAmerican. Can't I outsource this line waiting to some Indian or Chinese kid. Scientist say that in the year 2050 we'll finally have the technology to outsource pain. I can't wait 50 years.

I'm supposed to be vacationing in third world tourist-sanctuaries, not living in the third world.

Can't we pillage someone? We wont even rape the natives.

Foreign Countries.

They know our drill.

So, we'll go to Mars and enslave some Martians, import some Martian drugs to boost the economy, steal Martian technology, other countries would be so jealous.

The line had people who wore suits, some in ripped jeans, but everyone was there for the same purpose, at the front to the line was a chance for a new life, the front of the line was an opportunity for a future.I waited in the unemployment line for four hours, turns out it was the line for the new iphone.

Quiz: Which line is for the new iphone.

A.

B.

C.

Trick question. All three are lines for the iphone. Actually, only the first two, the third is iphone related however, the third pic is a line of Iraqi POWs who were suspected of a terrorist plot against an Apple store in New York.

BTW: I'm an anti-iphonite, which is a term used for those who are prejudice or discriminate against people who worship use touch phones.

More anti-iphonite rhetoric and propagandist hate speech here

Alaska

Some traditions should die. The video below is features the World Eskimo-Indian Olympics, featuring an Ear Pulling Contest. Whenever I watch this video, I can't help but think this is why Sarah Palin exists.

"It's what we do. It's what we know."

Deep Breath.

First of all, Ear Pulling is not a sports event. Second, the only Ear Pulling Contest I've ever seen is in two in the morning when a homeless meth addict tried to go down on himself outside a club, but somehow manages to get his ear stuck in the first rung of his sneaker shoe lace. Not only does he not untie his shoe laces, he proceeds to yank his head back all the way from his auto-fellatio position back to sitting position. Then the man passes out from exhaustion, not even leaving enough energy to finish himself off. He's probably the best ear puller to never go pro, talents wasted on blowing himself, and working at Best Buy, the shame is that he could have worked his way all to the top of the heights of the world Eskimo Olympics, and win a 50 Best Buy gift certificate like this years champion.

Fun fact:
  • Alaska has 1 bookmobile. In comparison, California has 69.
And I don't think I'm culturally intolerant, the man in the video says he practices by putting a nail in the wall and pulling it out with his ear. Obama get these people a ball to bounce, a community pool, or another book mobile for Christs sakes!

Denny's Fried Cheese Melt Review

Denny's Fried Cheese Melt is comprised of four breaded mozzarella cheese sticks, sandwiched between a grilled cheese sandwich made out of two slices of American cheese and two buttered slices of sourdough bread.

Nutrition Facts: Fried Cheese Melt with Fries - 1260 calories, 63 grams fat, 3010 mg sodium
This new $4 sandwich is part of Denny's response to tight consumer budgets and the economy of the times.


If the pic isn't enough here's a video. A 3-D version of that video is coming soon for you 2-D snobs.

BTW: Why is that bitch so skinny.


That sandwich obviously comes from the combination of an overstock of cheese at Denny's restaurants and a public that's ready and willing to eat any product that they see on the Ol' TeeVee. We worry about advertisements that make us unsatisfied with our bodies, or advertisements that make us feel materially inadequate, but never about our expectations of our food.

Just watch any restaurant commercial on TV and what do they tell you? They tell you that you're supposed to get the most flavorful food, with the largest portion, at the cheapest price. And do you know what you get when you combine those three things?

Flavor equals fat and salt because it's cheap,
horrible ingredients
because you want a large portion while maximizing your dollar.

A restaurant advertisement that sells food that you eat just to survive is not attractive. Your meal is supposed light up every taste bud, fill your stomach, all while making you feel like a smart consumer becuz it's cheap.

The sandwich is absolutely disgusting. I couldn't be friends with anyone who ate this sandwich. I would seriously lose all respect for them as a human being, my view of them as would shatter, and I would look at them as if they told me that they were going to University of Phoenix*. I would respect them more if they had a heroine habit or if they told me that the iphone they carried around was broken, and that they carried it around as a social status symbol.

At this point in my life I'm such a health nut, that if I ate that sandwich I would feel like I've just been gang raped.


Below are Slashfood.com's comments on the sandwich. This is, for better or worse, America. I feel like we live in a nation of the Hills Have Eyes people.

laontour

8-26-2010 @2:20AMlaontour said...I don't think this will be on the menu for very long.... Once Obamas wife hears about it she will have it banned... Remember they are removing salt from our diet even if we don't want them to however I doubt they will quit stopping at the ice cream store for those tripple dips!


pat kelly

8-26-2010 @2:23AMpat kelly said...Well, it is America, right. Free choice, etc. Right now, "the chosen one", Obama, is trying to legislate what we Can or Cannot eat! WRONG! I think a 'minor rebellion"-eating a big, cheesy, calorie-laden meal, (w/marinara sauce..YUMMY!)- once in a while-is OK. That also depends on your metabolism, weight, and current health status. If you are 150 lbs overweight-forget it! If you have diabetes, other issues-forget it! Bottom line here is: Use digression, and good judgment. An occasional fling of food "porn" or junk food won't give most of us a cardiac arrest. And...give Denny's a break, OK? I like their coffee! LOL!


Steven R. Russell

8-25-2010 @11:19PMSteven R. Russell said...Looking at a few of the Comments posted here, it makes me sick to see how ungrateful many people are in this our Nation which God has so blessed!

"Addicted to food", etc. My goodness, for crying out loud, I've been addicted to food for all 54 years of my born days, and that is one of the things which God has used to get me this far through life.

But not really surprising at all, as the Bible clearly tells us that one of the signs that we are living in the last days, is that people will be ungrateful.



*University of Phoenix is a fictional for profit online college, that uses snazzy advertisements to prey on those who think that a college degree is part of the American Dream, like homeownership. The University convinces students that a college degree will open doors, but what they don't tell them is that the degree has to be from a non-fiction university, from one that will not have your resume cc'ed throughout offices as joke, as potential employers laugh at your resume.

A great Frontline piece on for-profit universities.






A Case of the Weekbegins




I tell my therapist that I hate Weekbegins.

"So you have a case of the Mondays?" she replies.

No.

I don't have a case of the Mondays.

I have a case of the Weekbegins. I have what normal people have on Mondays, spread out across three days. Weekbegins are Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays because it's humpday, the three days that are furthest from the Weekend. On Sunday evening I feel the starting onset of a depression that doesn't go away until the Weekends, but it lessens on Thursdays.

I can deal with Thursday because you know it's going to be Friday the next day, and I'm fine with Friday because, well... it's Friday.

She tells me to elaborate.

There will never be a restaurant called T.G.I.Mondays, and if there were, it would serve shit sandwiches, with a side of Is-This-What-My-Life-Has-Come-To fries and a I-Might-Columbine-My-Work-Place shake. You don't want to go there. And I agree they should change the name of their menu items to something less melancholy.

A case of the Weekbegins is absolutely debilitating, life draining, an emotional existential black-hole.

Why aren't we as a society up in-arms, wearing colored wrist bands for the elimination of this disease? Anyone with a job can attest to a case of the Weekbegins. Worst than AIDS I tell you. Can we please cure something we've all had?

Studies show (My own study) that the world's worst atrocities in History were on Monday or at least on the first three days of the week. When was the last time you heard of a hostage situation on a Saturday, or a bomb threat on Sunday? You don't. You'd be too busy enjoying life, rethinking you're whole I'm angry at the world thing. BBQ with the wife and kids, clubbing with your friends on your reality show, driving your yacht to a clam bake on an island you own. Bikini's everywhere, even the men.

Netflix.

You could finally catch up on your Netflix.

and you'd be happy

Columbine happened on a Tuesday (couldn't of happened on a Thursday or Friday too close to weekend)
Discovery Channel Hostage situation on a Wednesday
Hiroshima happened on a Monday

cased

FUCKIN

CLOSED.

Weekends shouldn't be so sought after. It just shows how much the rest of week blows. We love the weekends so much it's a surprise we don't kill our selves Monday through Friday.

She scoots up her chair and says, "Tell me more. Tell me more about your theories about the world."


Florence and the Machine - "Dog Days Are Over"

It usually takes me a while to warm up to new artists, but this blew me away.
She's like a female Kanye.


BTW: I only have to reference points for music: Lil Wayne and Kanye West. She's somewhere in between.

Nietzsche and Kanye: From One Douche Bag to Another


Kanye West performing on stage during the 2010 MTV Video Music Awards in Los Angeles.
One thing is needful.—To "give style" to one's character—a great and rare art! It is practiced by those who survey all the strengths and weaknesses of their nature and then fit them into an artistic plan until every one of them appears as art and reason and even weaknesses delight the eye. Here a large mass of second nature has been added; there a piece of original nature has been removed—both times through long practice and daily work at it. Here the ugly that could not be removed is concealed; there it has been reinterpreted and made sublime. Much that is vague and resisted shaping has been saved and exploited for distant views; it is meant to beckon toward the far and immeasurable. In the end, when the work is finished, it becomes evident how the constraint of a single taste governed and formed everything large and small. Whether this taste was good or bad is less important than one might suppose, if only it was a single taste!

- Nietzsche, The Gay Science (Gay meaning happy, not that there's anything wrong with that)

Nietzsche in his heyday was quite notably one of the greatest douchebags in history, he exclaimed that "God is Dead," Kanye on the other hand exclaimed "Yo, Taylor, I'm happy for you and all and Ima let you finish, but Beyonce had one of the greatest videos of all time." While the content may differ, sometimes it takes a great moral character, who dares, who has the courage, to bear the Torch of Douche, to say what needs to be said.

The Notebook was a shitty movie.

Justin Bieber is talented

Justin Bieber has a bright future ahead of him*

I can hear the mob coming.

K. Killing the VMAs
You’ve been putting up with my shit for way too long…/ Let’s have a toast for the douchebags/Let’s have a toast for the assholes…/Baby, I’ve got a plan/Run away as fast as you can.


Nietzsche killing the philosophy game.

"I am not a human being, I am dynamite."

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."

"At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time."

"Even a thought, even a possibility, can shatter us and transform us."

"While dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is – in a broader sense – the play with dreams."

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Speaking of dreams...

*Bieber has future ahead of him as long as he doesn't get Haley Joel Osment Disease.

Before

After
Haley Joel Osment
Here is Osment in various stages of the disease.


Here is Osment in the later stages of the disease. Osment Disease has turned him into some kind of Japanese man.

First Date


We had communication problems since day one, he spoke Cantonese, while I spoke Portuguese. Our first date consisted of several hours of pointing, hand gestures, a long game of charades. However many misunderstandings we had that night, our smiles, our game of footsies, our body language was universal. And there was no misunderstanding when the waiter brought the check. I paid.

Adultlescent


My husband has run off into the woods again. He's attempting to live out his adultlescent fantasy of living off the grid, living off the fat of the land, in nature, with dirt underneath his nails, testicles pickled in his own vinegary sweat, grown man gone wild. His office called today, they tell me that he hasn't been at work at all this week, and they are worried, that he wont get his project done on time.

Running into the woods is very similar to his adolescent fantasy of skipping school, throwing away his backpack and books in a river, and living out 12th grade in his tree-house, drinking rain water, eating apples from the tree-house that supported his house, and reading 18th century pornographic literature. He lived in that tree-house for four days his senior year, until I came climbing up his tree-house, thinking it was empty. I was running away from home because my mother had found my stash of 18th century pornographic literature between my mattress. We had a lot in common.

Today, he left a drawing addressed to me next to his bowl of cereal, now soggy and bloated, floating like tiny wheat and corn-syrup drowning victims. On the floor were several crumpled balls of construction paper, leading me to believe that the drawing next to the cereal was the final product of failed rough drafts.

The drawing employed several art styles of the early 20th Century: Cubism, Suprematism, and a slight hint of influence from Social Realism that really belongs more in the category of early 19th century art movements, then 20th Century art movements. His choice to employ cubism to show his disconnect, his discontent with his surroundings, is rather cliche. But from what I gathered from the drawing, he was in the woods, somewhere up north, being attacked by giant cubes.





Gulie and Gulia


He left me a rose and a card on his pillow. "I love you GULIA," he spelled JULIA wrong, but we've only been dating for two weeks.

Fucked Well

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I'm tired of hearing people telling me to fuck them good. It's not "Fucked Good," it's "Fucked Well." It is a serious turn off ladies, almost makes me want to come less hard just to show you that I'm not into your poor grammar.

Pornographers make the same mistake, I'm tired of seeing descripitions of so- and-so getting "Fucked Good," or such-and-such blonde "Fucks Good" in movie thumbnail descriptions. You think grammar and a penchant for filming people fuck go hand and hand, but hat's not the case.

Let me drop some knowledge, English major style.

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Good versus Well

Fuck me good. INCORRECT! Correct form: Fuck me well.

He ate me out good. INCORRECT! Correct form: He ate me out well.

Use the adjective form good when describing something or someone. In other words, use good when stating how something or someone is.

Examples:

He is a good ball licker.
Tom thinks he is a good fuck.

Use the adverb form well when describing how something or someone does something.

Examples:

She did extremely well in the gangbang.
His asshole held up well.

In conlusion, don't let a couple seconds of improper grammar use, ruin a couple seconds of good sex.

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