Pornz? Hell no.
Sitting tip-tapping away at my laptop at University in the halls of residence, sipping some late night wine, I hear roars of delight coming from down the corridor. Ever the investigator, I head on down there to discover eleven guys jammed into one room, watching some porn. Roughly, a rather hairy male was evidently using his penis as some sort of makeshift bidet for this unfortunate woman.

Now, I was invited to join in the viewing of this battle of skin cells and as the ape of a man pounded away like some sort of foul fleshy piston engine, I couldn't help but notice a) the curtains did not match the wallpaper, b) the interior decor in general was not exactly modern and c) they were pursuing their interest in one another in the kitchen, where food is prepared, of all things. So while everyone around me starting nursing their semi-ons, I nursed a glass of Semillon, and returned to the splendor of my Tranquility CDs.

Honestly... what is the point of porn? I see no point to it. (Well, saying that, there's one point in particular that I see all too clearly, and don't wish to see again!)
(Zgrzyt My dog gets more Christmas cards than I do., Thu 15 Oct 2009, 15:42, 4 replies)

I think
you might be a serial killer.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Thu 15 Oct 2009, 15:45, closed)

I think
We'll let time answer that one.
(Zgrzyt My dog gets more Christmas cards than I do., Thu 15 Oct 2009, 15:46, closed)

I hope your Semillon
wasn't too dry.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Thu 15 Oct 2009, 16:08, closed)

Sounds like
the Meatsafe Murderer to me...
(FightingComet got Boost Power on, Fri 16 Oct 2009, 0:33, closed)