This reminds me of this last Sunday, when I was at the Museum of Sex. We were walking through the exhibit on animals (animals are surprisingly freaky sometimes. Like scootah freaky), and I came across one exhibit item about an academic paper called "First Instance of Homosexual Necrophilia in the Mallard Duck." That combination of words was so bewildering that I wondered whether he had played madlibs for the title, and then later invented the story to go along with it.
Party tomorrow and then Daytona, and more partying Sunday-Monday. Just drinking alone in self misery tonight. Who would have thought it's a pain in the ass to find a place to live when you can only guarantee it will be for 4 months?
How is it possible that otter mating habits result in the death of the female? Doesn't that kind of defeat the point of mating in the first place? And also, circumcised penises in Amsterdam? I thought Holland was all about not circumcising penises.
The fact that the person uploading that video didn't think to add "Safety Dance" in the background disappoints me.
Holy crap this thread is turning into my ex-girlfriend. In unrelated news, this bottle of red wine is my best friend right now.
I'm confused. Isn't this usually the general theme? NSFW EDIT: Speaking of which, just tried my recently purchased 12yo Ancnoc - as in the Single Malt. Fucking fantastic.
Not tonight. I'd rather look at otters right now anyway. Any more shit from you and I will crack your skull like a clam on my belly. Oh God, it's sickeningly adorable.
Pretty sure my buddy is bailing tonight to go hang out with the girlfriend that he wants to break up with. Lame, at least my beef rendang looks to be turning out ok. My house smells like deliciousness.