No Means No


File this one under — “It’s all Lazy Ichi’s fault”; first he leaves me a link to this story here on the BBC website about a confused but amorous seal which tried to have sex with a helpless penguin on some secluded Antarctic island beach.  Hardly the Club Med Havana – but scientists have been beside themselves trying to figure out why the seal did it?  What went wrong?  What drove the young male seal to rape the penguin?

But then Ichi sends me another link to a blog post here by some guy who calls himself Jesus’ General who makes me proud to wear my Mao Corset while I drive my moped thru the dirty streets of Beijing on my way to service some high ranking party official.

From the BBC story:

De Bruyn and a colleague were on Trypot beach at Marion Island to study elephant seals when they noticed a young, adult male Antarctic fur seal, in good condition, attempting to copulate with an adult king penguin of unknown sex.

The 100kg seal first subdued the 15kg penguin by lying on it.

The penguin flapped its flippers and attempted to stand and escape - but to no avail.

The seal then alternated between resting on the penguin, and thrusting its pelvis, trying to insert itself, unsuccessfully.

After 45 minutes the seal gave up, swam into the water and then completely ignored the bird it had just assaulted, the scientists report.

What?  You think this is unusual?  Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard “I’ll call you?” after a round of sport fucking with a bunch of factory workers after they’ve finished putting lead paint on those stupid Disney toys you silly American soccer moms buy for those rotten brats you keep pushing out of that gaping wound you call a vagina?  Try waiting eight years to get permission from the state just so you can have one kid you rotten selfish SUV driving bitches and get back to me, m’kay?

What makes you think a male seal is any different?  It does have a penis, yes?

But this nugget of insight from Jesus’ General was just too much:

“Notice how they blame it on the male seal rather than the sluttily attired penguin of indeterminate gender. Typical.”

Gah!  Oh, sure.  Of course the penguin asked for it.  :roll:

If you had seen the film Happy Feet you would know that the penguin is a bastion of your so-called heterosexual Christian family values dear General, and not some deviant slut running half dressed along some beach with her lesbian lover while singing protest songs and extolling the virtues of using abortion as an alternate form of birth control.

We leave that to Hillary Clinton, Comrade.

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you are too funny.
or maybe penguins are really this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZ_mlwnAmr0

~ larokkaku

larokkaku,

lmao! Very cute! ;)

nina

I’m not sure what it is about Mondays, but here’s some advice from a lingerie site about what not to give for Mothers Day.

“… With Mother’s Day so close, I started thinking about how so many people make the mistake of buying inappropriate lingerie for their mothers. Now just to be clear, this is not a Mother’s Day article because buying lingerie for our mothers at any time of the year for any occasion can be fraught with some uncertainty and consternation. So I decided to impart my advice regarding the “dos and don’ts” of giving our respectful and wise mothers lingerie as gifts.

Let’s get the Do Not Buy List out of the way so we can move on to the more positive aspects of giving lingerie to our mothers. While some of you may not agree with all these points feeling perhaps that you are close enough to your mother to purchase taboo items, it is in most instances prudent, especially for male members of the family, to follow some form of decorum such as found in the following:

Do not buy panties, thongs or g-strings. This is too intimate to be purchased by sons.
Do not buy crotch-less or peek-a-boo numbers.
If a daughter is purchasing the gift, do not buy items that are emblazoned with swear words, sexual innuendoes and vulgar connotations. These items are best left for your girlfriends.
Stay away from flimsy and sexy items that are better suited as gifts from a husband or significant other on Valentine’s Day. …”

Suddenly, I’m not feeling so Mandingo. ;)

Mandingo Ichi,

Awwww, don’t feel bad sweetie…

Not every guy can have 11 3/4 inches you know. ;)

But… a girl’s gotta have her standards, sorry!

nina

Just call me Rubi (wink) ;)

Rubi Ichi,

Ooo! Oh, well then, hmmmm….

(Yet another man who brings out the slut in me…. sighs)

nina

LMAO! Freak.

Caitlain,

lmao! Pot? err… Kettle? err… Black? err… Mandingo? :lol:

Well, at least you didn’t call me sick! hahahaha!

Welcome to the social babe!

Mwah!

xoxo,
nina

so marks the decline & fall of the empire:
from icons and airplanes, plantations and polo ponies
to porn queens and rap stars….
and all for a mere 3/4 inch more!
ah, for the days of yore…

oh dear.
sorry, but I have to go away for a while.

last night I cracked open the plague of doves,
the new novel by louise erdrich,
maybe america’s greatest living writer,
and certainly larokkaku’s desert island desire.

my parting words are one - DEAR
(drop everything and read!).

doubts? stop by your neighborhood
independent bookseller, open to page one,
and read the prologue paragraph,
simply entitled “solo.”
it will take your breath away.
promise.

~

larokkaku,

:lol: Now imagine what would happen if we made all the rules?? (even tho we already do!) ;)

The war was lost for want of a…

nina

larokkaku,

Oh thanks! I’ll put that on my list! I love indy book stores and indy record stores, tho they’re closing left and right. That’s what’s very sad.

The latte drinking, free WiFi self help crowd has pushed the little guys out.

nina

ps - you will be missed.