I have been a cowardly little putz for most of my life, until I could hold it in no longer. I wanted a woman as adventurous in real life as much as I fancied her in my dreams.

She wore knit dresses with no underwear, waxed her cunt, but left her armpits furry. The rings in her nipples were obvious as they showed underneath her dress

Her first words to me were, “Uou ever been pegged?” I admitted. I hadn’t .

“ Now’s your chance.”

And so she produced a tube of lube, pulled down my jeans and boxers and put a gob of that stuff in my asshole. I felt her fingers work in and out, as my cock got harder and harder

She took a minute to adjust her harness and strap on., then spit on my asshole just for good measure. I felt the pressure then the push and her hand began pulling on my hard dick.

I was grateful she was taking her time, stopping to pull on my nipples or take little nibbles on my neck.

“You men are all cunts at heart.”

She was right. Of course.

The Stuffies say “Hello”to all their fans.

I woke up. I got up to urinate, and found myself disoriented. I was aware of where the toilet was and where I was, so no messes ensued, but still I was unsure what day it was. I was surprised to find Janet in bed beside me.

I had slept soundly. And now I was wide awake. I came down, brewed coffee, ate a quartered apple with peanut butter, and began watching a Nazi propaganda film from World War Two. This film has been restored, so it’s very clear, but still remains as disgusting as the day it was filmed.

On the plus side, the film lacks any contemporary American political celebrities.

Still creepy after all these years.

Just saw a commercial for a smart/cell phone chock full of double entendres. Somehow, these things now invite bawdy talk.

Enough, please.

(This might include you.)

So on one of these websites for opinion posting , a person opined that he is “exhausted” by Trump. That’s fine by me, but what got me thinking is that the antics of the Biden Administration, must be energizing to this “thinker/opiner”., if we consider the alternative to this position.

There’s an old saying that one only gets flak when your bomber is over the target. No one is trying to kill Rubio, Romney, DeSantis, or McConnell among the cluster of other GOP celebrities. I guess that’s because if these men were to run for President, the Washington cesspool would still be available for Open Swim. The killing would persist in Gaza, Lebanon. Ukraine or any other place where US diplomacy, i.e. killing, persists.

Bush, Cheney, Obama and Biden are all war criminals, because it’s ok to kill Arabs, Jews, Russians, or Ukrainians, just like Hitler did. Nothing will happen to them.

I’m sitting downstairs pondering my justification for adultery. I have not had sex with my wife in twenty one years.

That’s a long stretch.

Do I stay and have the long painful conversation? Or just leave.

Stay and talk is the choice.

I had big plans until insomnia settled on me.

I was going to go to bed and awaken in time for the 11:00 at St Benedict. The goal has eluded me unless I can fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

St Benedict appears unattainable unless I can fall asleep, awaken in three and a half hours, shower, dress and leave by 10:30.

The sun will be up soon. I want to be in bed again.

I had slept about three hours when I woke up. Seinfeld was on the TV. I felt dirty, sweaty and smelly. I had skipped brushing my teeth when I just fell asleep on the bed.

As I lay in bed, I asked myself, “What the Hell am I doing here?” So I got, brushed, flossed and rinsed with fluoride rinse. I climbed in the shower shampooed and scrubbed my skin with sandalwood soap Iwas pure. Again.

Unfortunately I was no longer sleepy. So I’m downstairs drinking coffee and watching Renae on Paper and Moose. She is a junk maven on YouTube. To my dirty old man libido, she has that wholesome sexy quality slightly reminiscent of Doris Day. Not bad at all.

Cartoons now seem to be in order The old Thirties and Forties cartoons are in the public domain abound on YouTube. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Mickey Mouse, and Donald Duck make more sense than our current crop of politicians and office seekers.

Homeless persons defecating on the sidewalk are not evidence of a well functioning society. Just sayin’.

Another weekend, more just a Sunday , wherein the bubble in which I float through space bounced off of reality.

A fellow alcoholic called and asked if I would take him to his new recovery house. I had put my name and phone number in a meeting directory, along with several others. And he called me.

The recovery house where he was staying was populated with people who were using, specifically cocaine powder and crack cocaine. So J and I got him relocated to more a reliable and safer place

I shouldn’t be surprised by this. Addicts use. That’s what defines them as addicts. But using at a recovery house tells the world they aren’t serious.

I have a naive puppies, rainbows, and balloons notion of recovery that conflicts with reality.

So my new friend needed help and we offered it,

Addiction is everywhere. Remember that.

When I was a child, every other TV advertisement was about cigarettes. Now seventy odd years later it’s all about the bowel, the output of said bowel as it “moves”, and the resolution of such output into the greater ecosystem of Planet Earth.

Constipation, diarrhoea, diapers, adult diapers. So much to sell. Like with the cigarettes the end product is that elusive state called “satisfaction”.

And so we’ve come full circle.

Satisfaction

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