I’ve often equated my need for sex to the unclogging of a drain. If it’s been too long, I get a backup of sexual tension, and I need a man to relieve that tension by penetrating it repeatedly with a force I don’t possess. And then the entire system operates more smoothly.
I thought it was kind of a gross metaphor, but damned if Liquid Plumr hasn’t read my mind.
Garfunkel & Oates – Booty Call Voicemail & “Self Esteem”
Such a good song. Fiona Apple should release a new album every year by some kind of government mandate. I’m kind of soulless, but some of her songs just reach in and yank out my insides.
Still tremendous. And still true.
Weirdest craving for Skittles. In my mouth.
Heh…”Taste the rainbow,” indeed…
(NSFW, in case you would ever assume I would be.)
A bit of post-holiday-weekend entertainment to kickstart your week (audio is NSFW):