Before I get to my second Dirty Found story, let me pause and share with you a few items that caught my eye and made me laugh this week.
First, I’m all for strap-on adventures — every woman should have her harness — but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw this strap-on at Think Geek. Yes, that’s a Wii strap-on. A wee-wee strap-on. But then, my penis envy always surrounded a man’s convenient and (no denying it, fellows) fun pissing configuration.
But you know what? April Fools. Damn!
In the I-wish-I’d-thought-of-that category: The mere name of this site. Bookkake. Sounds like a book explosion. Which most people would say characterizes my house where there’s at least one book case in every room. And the downstairs is a two-room library.
I hope the purveyors are able to follow-through with their publishing endeavor.
Last, I couldn’t ignore the release of the latest B-52′s CD after an absence of God-knows how my years. No surprise, but it’s filled withe songs of their signature sound. It’s also filled with some of the most hedonistic lyrics ever, covering territory from shopping with plastic to hitting the g-spot at a rest stop to a woman’s call to seek her pleasure. Robot sex even gets its own song treatment.
As ever, though, the B-52′s raucous party sound dominates the album, but who cares! They’re celebrating pleasure.
