The Pegging Goes On and On

Hi friends! This here web log has had it’s best month, in terms of hits, thanks primarily to three regular readers and several hundred perverts. As previously mentioned, I’ve gotten quite a bit of what I like to call ‘pegging traffic’; that is, people who have used a search engine to find information or images of the sex act of pegging and ended up here. I suppose it’s the tasteful watercolor depicting pegging that I posted here, twice, but still I ask, “Where are the people searching for the intermittent ramblings of a reformed lunatic?” It’s sad when all the pearls fall upon deaf ears, to mix some metaphors.

That said, here are a few more images of pegs throughout the ages.

A Clothing 'Peg' or Pin

A Feeding 'Peg' or Stent

Peggy 'Peg' Bundy

A 'Peg' Leg or Heather Mills

'Pegging' You Filthy Animals

Yet Another Idle Thought

I like the word mislaid because it makes loss seem like a polite accident. 

And because I really should add something else, here’s a video of a cat taking a faucet shower.

An Idle Thought Before I Turn In

I wonder if tonight celebrities are nervous, sleepless; walking about their mansions closing windows and locking doors. If, perhaps, this season of death weighs heavy on their thoughts, the summer long and littered with bodies.

Today I watched a roast of William Shatner in which Farrah Fawcett appeared. It was before the cancer left her ravaged but you could catch the leading edge of something – her arms looked thin, a tinge of desperation as she botched her speech one time, then again, finally lowering her head in uncomfortable laughter. She was having trouble with an errant bra strap and seemed distracted. At one point she said, “I’m not on anything!” exasperated and you wanted to believe her.

When I got home I was looking on YouTube for clips from the roast, but I couldn’t find any. Instead I found a series of commercials Farrah starred in for her line of shampoo. They were soft-focused with horses in fields and dogs on beaches. Her hair was blond and big, her teeth white and somehow very California.

It must be wonderful and terrible to be famous. And to have your own shampoo.

Mike Myers Stricken Face Makes Me Giddy

In light of Kanye’s VMA outburst this evening, I present you with vintage Kanye going off the rails:

Quick note Kanye, George hates poor people. Everyone hates poor people.

How The Sausage Gets Discovered Several Months Later

Here are the top search terms used by people to view this here blog:

pegging	18
strap on sex	2
strap on pegging	2
strap on dildo	2
male pegging	2
females in sex act pictures	2
females pegging males in strap on	1
strap on dildos	1
strapon female	1
female safe sex	1

I think it’s because of this image that appeared here several months ago:

A Gentle Watercolor Depicts the Sex Act of Pegging

What perplexes me is that I posted the above image (from Wikipedia, no less) months ago and just now people are discovering it? I might be disturbed, but frankly I love attention of any kind. So bring it on, you dildo-crazed fuckers.

Harem Pants are for Whores

This video, which YouTube has recommended for me, instructs the fashion layperson as to how one should wear harem pants. You know, because this is something we all should know.

Now, I have no real opinion about harem pants, except that they are for whores. Filthy whores, who lay about on pillows mopping jizz stains from their bodices and applying layer upon layer of frosted lipstick. I do, however, have an opinion about motel furniture and depressing bedspreads and, maybe, this little miss should be more attentive to her home and less eager to mention her 22″ waist.

Oh! Hey All! How’s It Going?

Kinda dusty in here.

Right now there’s a lovely breeze blowing in from the east. I’m in my bedroom, watching Amadeus and drinking this wickedly cheap wine my mother left in my fridge when she was here last week. I’m drinking it iced, if that should reveal how wicked it is. Still, twelve dollars American for a large bottle? Boucheron me ASAP.

Salieri has just ordered a servant to see Frau Mozart out of his house. She is half-naked and under the impression that sleeping with him will secure an appointment for her husband to teach music to the Emperor’s niece. It’s the directors cut. I find the scene vexing because when I saw the movie for the first time (I was ten or so) I felt strangely sympathetic for poor Salieri, the loser with the sweet tooth and acne scars. This flesh peddle of a married woman makes him seem seedy and therefore not exactly worthy of the affection of a twelve year-old.

Oh, look! Here’s a lovely bit from The Magic Flute!

It’s the Queen of the Night demanding vengeance, I think. She’d do just as well with some Boucheron on ice, probably.