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In the last few years, every day, literally every day, on various websites and magazines, you will find a title with a imbecil intimate statement from a „celebrity“.

I dream about doing it 7 times a day“ or „I did it in all the states“ or „I just loooove to take it behind!“…… And? Who cares?!?

Like that, it can also stand: „I`m incredible dumb, my IQ is around 25, I can`t act, I sing like a one year old donkey, I dance like a Baboon, so that`s why I wil show you my tits!  And I will be super!!!“ Right. But of course.

Sex sales.

Till when?

We are so bombed with other`s sexual preferences and their desire for any kind of attention, that the whole thing is so worthless that it have become dull. Absolutely boring.

Nothing can shock us anymore. We don`t have erotic any more, we don`t even have that fine line which separates teasing of immagination, which arouses and stimulate to action, from today`s serving of sexual package from the microwave. There is no effort, no value, no interest. Only cheapness. Which doesn`t lasts. And causes only dullness and lazyness.

What I`m trying to say is that with this they are making us stupid. And insensitive.Very much. And paradoxically, from all that pushing of sex towards us, we are loosing our interest to it.

Sex is in the head. A sexual fantasy is a impulse to action. But if we get it all ready, cooked and baked, right to the table, and already consumed – we lose are interest for it after few minutes. And we move on. To something more interesting.

The church is really not my game but I must admit that in the past the church have done more for that kind of pleasure from all the provocative liberal media. Because, back then, the sex was half-hidden, cloacked, not so…touchable, and with that more interesting and important. For the same reason, it gave more thrill during the salacious actions.

Did you know that in the last few years, in the domain of porn industry, the most wanted term is amateur sex?  Because of all that offering we are actually witnessing the overload of perfect fucking with perfect people. Because it have become boring.

Because it is fake.

So does the shaking of tits, buts and vaginas of various wannabbies. It have become stupid, boring and non-interesting. No fantasy, no hunting, no longing. It`s a simple equation.

Everything is here, in front of us, so what`s the point?

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I remember one practical little book, when I was a kid, that belonged to my grandma. It was named Help to every housewife in every case or something like that.

For example, the lovely housy have over-enthusiasticaly salted the soup. She can`t blame the dog for it and she surely don`t want to listen her husband`s nagging „I worked my ass of all day, come hungry as a dog, and you can`t cook a lousy soup for your man when he comes home!

In that particular case, the magic book was offering a solution with adding few potatoes in the problematic dish to extract the salt. (or to add few drops of cyanide in it, to finally shut up the nagging cur)

And I was thinking that we could certainly use a website like that. You know, the one that would only give advice in case of small and grand fuckups. It would offer practical and social advices.

Let`s say that you have accidentaly offended your collegue`s wife by replacing her with his mother. An honest mistake. You were just, without any mean afterthoughts, been so naive to articulate right to her face: „Aaaaaah! This must be your lovely mom! So nice to meet you!“. No matter if the old bat looks your ex mother in law. She is still human. And a very resentful one, also. And there you are, standing like an idiot, without a clue of what to say now tkinking how to get out of this. What you gonna do?

Or, for example, you are in the middle of a fresh and new relationship. Everything is just peachy and wonderful except one little thing – he/she snores like a polar bear. So when you are asked in the morning, with a big and gentle smile, how did you sleep – you find yourself (bloated and battered, because you have spent all night in poking, turning and inventing every damn thing you could think of, just to lower down the snoring decibels of your loved One) saying…actually croaking out loud: „What do you think, you arctic bastard??????“

….Which could sensibly lower your rating of a dear, lovely and bland individual and could pull certain unwanted consequences. Which you really don`t want. Trust me.

Or maybe if you have accidentally erased your boss`s marketing plan, which took him/her 2 weeks to develope and write it down, and now the only urge that you have it to run home, take your passport and call the number under the ad „South America is calling“. You could spend few interesting years riding a llama through a very green and very unknown area just until the thing calms down a little. Hey, maybe you`ll get a decent pension plan there, you never now.

I bet that the site would have enormous visiting. Because the probability of the fuckup is proportional of the doable acts on a ordinary day. So instead that we start whining „Gooooooooood what I am goind to doooooooooo??????“ or to use some totally uneffective method with a factor 145 of even larger fuckup, we would just have to go on www.I-fucked-up-now-what.com and solve our misery with one click. To our satisfaction and the ones around us.

If that thing comes alive…let me know. I will be among the first subscribers.