Oh yes, no one’s got their cock out.
And grandma isn’t licking her own tits. No idea what bizarre alternate internet the Skype office is connected to.
filed in PROMOTIONAL PHOTOGRAPHY on May.14, 2010
No-one’s got their cock out
What makes you think that?
Sounds like I’ve been missing out due to my policy of resolutely ignoring all forms of personal communication since PSO left me scarred. I’ve even got blutack and paper over my webcam.
You can never be too careful with webcams. I have one, but just to be safe have never connected it up to anything.
Alex F, exactly. They probably all have their cocks out. Especially the old lady. Massive rubber strap-on rhythmically beating against the underside of the table with every heartbeat. It’s not child abuse because he’s smiling.
I don’t understand the need to see who you are talking to (ever, thus explaining my inability to form eye-contact). The whole point of being at home alone is that you don’t have to shave or wash your hair for days and can wear that stained old jumper because it’s “just for around the house” and “I don’t CARE if it smells of jizz, it’s MY jizz. Why don’t you just fucking leave then if you’re so unhappy? You’ve always taken me for granted, you bitch.”
Bit of advice for you if you don’t know what to do when someone’s talking to you – if you’re not comfortable looking them in the eyes as they’re going on a bit and you’re feeling it’s turning into a stare-out contest, look at their lips, rather than their eyes. Maybe alternate between the two. Try not to think about it too much though or you’ll not take in a word they say.
No idea how you deal with your house/jumper smelling of jizz but I think I can (kind of) understand your indifference (as it’s your own). I have psoriasis and so shed my skin wherever I go like some bizarre version of Hansel and Gretel. At first I was horrified as my pants were like a bag of cheap muesli, full of just flakes and nuts. A little over a decade later and I’ve got used to it, so pay little attention to it. After all, it’s only my skin, so what’s the problem? It’s just big dust, it’s not like your smelly jizz house/jumper.
Big dust actually quite a reassuring idea. Less insidious – you can see what it’s up to.
In the same way, my OCD clean-freak friend finds the clear drum on her Dyson vacuum cleaner reassuring.
Crunchy nut cornflakes – ludicrously testes
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