suki and i were discussing my rampant onanism and i suggested perhaps i should try and see if i could abstain from boxing the jesuit for a 2 week period.
this friday it'll be 14 days before i pick suki up from the airport and rape make sweet tender love to her.
this could be the hardest challenge i've ever set myself. i don't even know why i'm going to try. maybe the same reason people climb mountains - just because they're there.
not a day goes by when i'm not abusing myself, sometimes twice a day or even thrice. one time i broke my hand and learnt i was ambidextrous the same day.
suki says she doesn't think i'll last and i'm inclined to agree. i'm sure it keeps me centered and happy and without my daily relief i'll become intolerant and surly.
i've got 2 days till friday and i'm not at all confident. perhaps some of you think it's possible and can show some support.
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out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods maybe for my unconquerable soul in the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody but unbowed beyond this place of wrath an tears looms but the horror of the shade an yet the menace of the years finds an shall find me unafraid it matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul
Get one of those lap tops you have to crank a handle for power. Then when you watch Suki porn your hand is busy. Then when you try to let go of your other hand your laptop will go flying so you wouldn't be able to.
Sinner condemned in Tartarus to an eternity of rolling a boulder uphill then watching it roll back down again. Sisyphus was founder and king of Corinth, or Ephyra as it was called in those days. He was notorious as the most cunning knave on earth. His greatest triumph came at the end of his life, when the god Hades came to claim him personally for the kingdom of the dead. Hades had brought along a pair of handcuffs, a comparative novelty, and Sisyphus expressed such an interest that Hades was persuaded to demonstrate their use - on himself.
And so it came about that the high lord of the Underworld was kept locked up in a closet at Sisyphus's house for many a day, a circumstance which put the great chain of being seriously out of whack. Nobody could die. A soldier might be chopped to bits in battle and still show up at camp for dinner. Finally Hades was released and Sisyphus was ordered summarily to report to the Underworld for his eternal assignment. But the wily one had another trick up his sleeve.
He simply told his wife not to bury him and then complained to Persephone, Queen of the Dead, that he had not been accorded the proper funeral honors. What's more, as an unburied corpse he had no business on the far side of the river Styx at all - his wife hadn't placed a coin under his tongue to secure passage with Charon the ferryman. Surely her highness could see that Sisyphus must be given leave to journey back topside and put things right.
Kindly Persephone assented, and Sisyphus made his way back to the sunshine, where he promptly forgot all about funerals and such drab affairs and lived on in dissipation for another good stretch of time. But even this paramount trickster could only postpone the inevitable. Eventually he was hauled down to Hades, where his indiscretions caught up with him. For a crime against the gods - the specifics of which are variously reported - he was condemned to an eternity at hard labor. And frustrating labor at that. For his assignment was to roll a great boulder to the top of a hill. Only every time Sisyphus, by the greatest of exertion and toil, attained the summit, the darn thing rolled back down again.
the only way to effectively deal with the hajis is to carpet bomb mecca with bacon and porn until those little brown cocksuckers completely capitulate and piss all over themselves in a display of submission.
4-7. Only because 5 was my record... My balls ached and I had to let loose, my mood was horrible...Felt like shooting a big greased marble when done (45seconds of jerky delight), ahhhhh, what relief. Beating off is good in an LDR.