random old thoughts

I was talking about old compared to new rock shows and I mentioned that some of the women that hang out at the Cane were pious bitches cause they wouldn’t do the flash the band thing. Well, I want to apologize for calling women I don’t even know a bunch of pious bitches. The women of the Cane certainly aren’t pious and simply because they don’t wanna show their titties don’t make em bitches. And bitch is such a misunderstood word don’t you think?

I mean ole Cooter can walk to the corner store for a taste and sitting on the stoop with her titties hanging loose can be Sally Mae from down the road talking to Maryann the storekeeper’s wife. And lying in the sun next to the stoop could be two female coon dogs giving suck to their young. Now ole Cooter, being the dog lover that he is gives a holler.

“Shiiiiit! Look there at the titties on them two fine bitches! Hell, they so fine I could give a lick my own damnself.”

And nobody gets pissed cause they know Cooters talking about the fuckin dogs. But let there be no dogs and ole Cooters getting an ass full of number twelve buckshot. So this should illustrate that when I used the word bitch I meant it in a good way. Like when a Pimp calls his Ho’s bitches but not as in a negative connotation of fine womanhood.


And moving on here’s why I have a problem with some of the more strenuous fetish’s floating around. Not withholding the fact that some of that shit just looks painful, like fisting. That’s just some odd looking shit. See, I said odd, not wrong, note the difference. Heck, I’m all for two consenting adults doing whatever to each as long as it don’t involve scaring the kids. But folks need to temper some of this shit with a little common sense.

Like fuckin on train tracks for the adrenaline rush, sounds cool until the train plows into the both of you and you both show up at heaven’s gate permanently stuck in the reach-around position. Or like this one cat that couldn’t get off without the rush. So he has his wife stick a pistol into his groin pretending she’s gonna blow the johnson twins off.

His adrenaline jumps and he pops and he’s good to go. But now he figures that if the guns bigger he’ll get off harder so he has the wife stick a shotgun up against his ballsac. She’s doing the Fem Nikita thing, screaming

“yeah baby, who’s my bitch now,

when he grabs his cock and shouts, “

now baby! Pull the trigger now”!

And she pulls the trigger and unloads his balls clear to the basement. They forgot to unload the stinkin shotgun! What a dumbass, I’m sorry; I meant what a ball-less dumbass! That’s some fuckin tragic shit. Doctor, Doctor, find my balls, please

"and the monkey flipped the switch"