Showing posts with label sex humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex humour. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

MISCEGENATION REQUIRED

With all this talk of racism and cultural cringe we thought we would share a little race issue we are having in our back yard.

We have a small problem of the feathered type. We have one turkey hen sitting on infertile eggs - no Turkey cock. And we have one melenisian ring neck pheasant cock who is lonely and has taken to eyeing up my red gummies with undisguised lust.

So why don't they get together? Buggered if we know. But it would be an interesting cross. So meanwhile Im scared the Pheasant is going to frott the shit out of my bestest gummies and the turkey is going to waste away from sitting on dud eggs.

If its good enough for us to hook up with an Aussie, and lets face it they are a bit different from us kiwis then we reckon its good enough for these birds to do the wild thing.

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

SINGLE IN THE CITY


We saw a brochure for this in the window of our favourite Indian Restaurant - Tulsi. This Friday they are having a Bollywood Singles night .. so if you haven't got anything to do - or more to the point anyone to do - then this might fit the bill.

Its run by some outfit called The Choice.

All we can say is we are glad we have a bloke.

Monday, 15 March 2010

HOW MANY IS TOO MANY


David Farrar seems to have a fascination with our past sex life.

Not sure why - it may have something to do with this little blog.

Now Farrar was reporting on a story in the Herald that says we kiwi gals are the most sexually experienced women in the world.

Its based on frequency - apparently we have about 2o sex partners in a lifetime.

Bollocks.

We can honestly say that we have surpassed the national average but we were never the seducee that often. And we weren't a push over either - we needed a good poke.

Now here is our theory - we kiwi sheilas have so many partners because it takes that many to find a decent one.

There are a lot of dud roots out there.

And remember that in the 70's and 80's there was bugger all on TV worth watching so sex was a recreational activity - pure and simple.

By the nineties we were all too scared to even kiss much because of AIDs and herpes.

So it would be interesting to see the batting averages for each decade.

They are the sorts of figures that would get the stats meister Farrar really frothy.

Now Kiwi women, we think, are very discerning so the fact that we try 20 before we buy shows we have some class.

And it pretty hard to tell if someone is a lousy shag. Guys that look good enough to eat leave a sour taste after you realise that they feed on their own ego.

Personal referrals don't tend to be the best. Just because your mate and you both love the same movies and shoes does not mean you have the same desires and needs from a bloke.

Size does not matter. Touch does.
And Mr Boring and Dull can end up being the uber lover.

Successful and powerful men have their own unique attraction and while the waves of passion at first can be intense - the tide soon goes out. The self absorbed man is only ever good for the zipless fuck.


And as for that age old question how many is too many?

Too many is when you meet old lovers again and cant remember a damn thing.

You lament the fact that you wasted an hour of your life. And life is too short to waste a minute on crap sex.

Sexual politics is fascinating and has changed considerably in the last few decades. We think we are back to the 70's and 80's type attitudes again.

Is that a good thing? Well all we can say those were the years we were in our prime and we can still remember their names -well at least twenty of them so we reckon that makes us pretty normal.

Monday, 29 June 2009

GIRLS OUT FRONT


Apparently sticky out nipples are all the rage. Nippli erecti as we say. Victoria Beckham is apparently leading the new craze. Silly skinny bint. I suppose she got hers enlarged because there is bugger all of her left to look at.

Good looking blokes normally do it for us...

And sorry thats the quota of weird sex stuff for the week.