I think I might buy a rabbit
There’s always been a lot of hoo-hah about the Rampant Rabbit, and I think the time may have come to purchase one of these things. Although perhaps not with actual rabbit-features. That would be just plain wrong. After spending quite a long time in a sex shop in Amsterdam perusing the battery-powered paraphernalia, I still can’t get why people would want vibrators with fluffy animal expressions. Or dolphins for that matter. But anyway, I digress.
I sent this picture to Whale earlier this week:
And this is why I think I might turn celebate. We were both just horrified that anyone would think that this picture would encourage women to sleep with them. I mean, come on. Really. A big hairy guy, lead on the bed being photographed with a bendy hardon and not much else only sends creepy shivers down my spine in the way that only guys who buy you a drink then think that you should then sleep with them do. *shudder* In fact, just looking at it now, I can almost picture his little face just willing you to sit on his man-pole. Gaaaaah! Arse. Now I’ve got that image in my head for probably the rest of the day.
If this makes me Gay or a Nun then so be it.
Whilst we’re vaguely on the subject, what is it with lots of body hair? I go to great lengths to get absolutely plastered and epilate most of my body hair off because I think it looks so much better like that, so in return I expect not to get a mouthful of pubic muff everytime I go down on someone. It’s a shame I’m so often disapointed….this would actually nicely lead on to the time when I was actually hilariously sick over someone I was performing fellatio on….but, I’d better not say that here.
So yeah - rampant rabbit versus hairy man-pole. I know which one I want.
-moosh
