CHASING GINGER TAIL

July 15, 2011
Ginger ale never tasted so damn innapproprate!

Ginger ale never tasted so damn innapproprate!

I’m the first to admit that I’ve had relations with a fire crotch.  Actually more than one.  More than…uh, never mind!  I may have a problem. All I see is red.  I probably should see a shrink about this.  The red menace of the Cold War ain’t got nothing on my compulsion for banging red heads.  Maybe it’s something primal like I was a bull killed by a matador in a past life.  Ole my ass!  At least now I get that red instead of being teased and tormented before being slaughtered for the crowd’s delight.  This refreshing and APHRODISIAC bombshell hits the spot and lures those gingers right in.  Be warned that it’s a bitch cleaning up all the red hairs gingers leave behind. Read the rest of this entry »


MAKE HEADS SPINACH SALAD

May 31, 2011

Eat enough of this salad and you'll be like Popeye, banging Olive Oil until Wimpy hits you up for more burger money.

The object to any CTB meal is to wow your date into submitting to your carnal cravings. Their heads’ gotta spin like a GI Joe helicoptering after you twist him around until the rubber band almost snaps. Serve something forgettable, and you can forget any extracurricular activities. I don’t even waste my time with anything that might as well have been nuked from a Hungry Man Dinner. You shouldn’t either unless you prefer servicing yourself rather than have a smoking hot bombshell do it for you. Take this spinach salad. Sure I could have assembled a pre-made package in the time it would take to prematurely ejaculate (at least you’d get off). But a spinach salad that tastes like an angel floated down, fed you, and then gave you a reach around is more my speed. I wager those of you who enjoy similar celestial satisfaction will agree. Read the rest of this entry »