12 replies on “Fucking Day: HOW TO SATISFY A MAN EVERY TIME!”
I originally only read the highlight part of the “three cats named Nathan” line and immediately assumed this whackadoo owned three cats, simultaneously, all just named Nathan.
Same.
“NATHAN! Leave Nathan alone!”
*whispers*
“You’re my favorite, Nathan.”
This sounds like every conversation I ever have with myself.
And I as well!
Anti-feminist tirades, insistence on daily blowjobs, insistence that missionary sex is the most exciting kind of sex ever… Yep, I’m convinced, Naura had a man from her era ghostwrite most of this shit.
Loved it all. The Japanese/Truman joke was gold.
Holy hell, this is weapons-grade crazy from word one, and even then I was still not prepared for the roleplaying section.
“I was more right than Naura’s one-winged pigeon” was where I fell in love with Seanbaby all over again.
Being asked to picture Truman, Powell, Cronkite and Reagan getting blown blocked three of my chakras and inflamed my colon. I can neither shit nor achieve oneness anymore.
That poodle got adopted on one of her off days. “Ok, Nathan and Maggie are eating. Walter’s flying in circles. Guess I should name this dog. Uh… fuck it, ‘Hairy.’ That’ll do. Can’t spend all day thinking up names when I should be licking the back of my husband’s knee.”
The switch from talking about the importance of looking after your prostate to that time she met a man with a comically huge penis gave me whiplash. I could not have been prepared for such a baffling anecdote.
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12 replies on “Fucking Day: HOW TO SATISFY A MAN EVERY TIME!”
I originally only read the highlight part of the “three cats named Nathan” line and immediately assumed this whackadoo owned three cats, simultaneously, all just named Nathan.
Same.
“NATHAN! Leave Nathan alone!”
*whispers*
“You’re my favorite, Nathan.”
This sounds like every conversation I ever have with myself.
And I as well!
Anti-feminist tirades, insistence on daily blowjobs, insistence that missionary sex is the most exciting kind of sex ever… Yep, I’m convinced, Naura had a man from her era ghostwrite most of this shit.
Loved it all. The Japanese/Truman joke was gold.
Holy hell, this is weapons-grade crazy from word one, and even then I was still not prepared for the roleplaying section.
“I was more right than Naura’s one-winged pigeon” was where I fell in love with Seanbaby all over again.
Being asked to picture Truman, Powell, Cronkite and Reagan getting blown blocked three of my chakras and inflamed my colon. I can neither shit nor achieve oneness anymore.
That poodle got adopted on one of her off days. “Ok, Nathan and Maggie are eating. Walter’s flying in circles. Guess I should name this dog. Uh… fuck it, ‘Hairy.’ That’ll do. Can’t spend all day thinking up names when I should be licking the back of my husband’s knee.”
The switch from talking about the importance of looking after your prostate to that time she met a man with a comically huge penis gave me whiplash. I could not have been prepared for such a baffling anecdote.