Not Sure To Be Back

"Come with me if you want to live."

-Terminator 2: Judgement Day

So, you'd like to know what's on my mind, eh? Stupid me. You wouldn't have stopped by if the opposite were true. I'm sure you'll be as weirded out about seeing the image floating around on the 'Net of a giraffe fucking a donkey. Or could it be the video on Jackass 2 where Chris Pontius drinks horse semen to get out of a stunt coming up? I never thought something like the sight of a large cup of horse cum being gulped down would make me come close to throwing up. Not even 2 Girls 1 Cup could do it.

My mother fell in the garage and now has a severely bruised rib. This is pretty much my father's stupidity where he cannot seem to clean up the large amount of junk he accumulates. It's all over the fucking place! What's even worse is that my mom wanted to go get looked at by the doctor because the pain was so bad. My dad didn't drive her. She drove herself. Asshole.

And you wonder why I pride myself on being good to women. It most likely comes from my father, someone that should not have any followers on what to do with a wife. Lay around and watch TV or play on the computer. Never take her out to dinner and treat her like a slave. Oh, poor you, old man. My mother drops everything to deal with his laziness but it's very rare to see him do anything affectionate back. There. You have it. That's been on my mind all fucking day.

As a son, I see that I don't want to be some lardass that lays around, can't fuck his wife, gets up from the table to get his own ice cubes or dinner, takes a girl out to eat, attends events with her, and la-di-fucking-da. Marriage does not mean the seduction ends and she's now a ball and chain. Then again, I am a bit too vain to ever wear pants that say '54-inch' on the waist.

I'm sick of the cold air out there. I miss the warmth without all that humidity where a nice long walk with 5-Pound Phooey is nice and simple. This week has been nothing but coming home from the gym and applying my butt to the bed to watch movie after movie. Whatever helps you sleep at night, bitch.

Let's see........I've watched Jackass 2 (I laughed so hard because it is so stupid you can't look away), Kama Sutra: A Tale Of Love, Good Luck Chuck, Angel-A, Terminator 2, and Love And Basketball. It's hard to say which of these I liked more because they all fit into a category on their own. Kama Sutra just brings back my love of brown girls with enchanting faces as they are taught seduction techniques in order to woo their men. This was not porn but a very nice movie where we follow to women and their consequences on what they chose in life. My only problem is that the DVD needs to be updated with better digital production because there were so many colors to bring to life. The sex scenes were cleverly erotic as the woman is first to kiss the bottom of the sheets before disrobing the male laying on the bed. While I'm so used to skinny as sticks Indians, there was one guy that looked like he cared about his body as he slowly seduced the servant girl. Words that liven up my day now: Full-Indian Bush!

Good Luck Chuck? Pretty bad. Dane Cook is not funny. Jessica Alba cannot act. That's all you need to know even if her penguin panties were cute. You'll see your first 3-tittied woman, though. This movie will play in all frat houses starting now.

Angel-A? Clever and odd to watch. A guy rescues a woman that jumps off a bridge. After her constant cleaning up his bad habits in gambling debts, it's revealed that this woman is his angel sent down to help get him back on his feet. Weird in a good way. Foreign movies get to me when I am allowed to see the sights. Luc Besson, the director, is one of my favorites. Ever seen La Femme Nikita or The Professional? Brilliant classics.

Terminator 2 and Love And Basketball have been out for a long time. Both had me longing for the characters. From my love of Linda Hamilton's gorgeous biceps to the black girl that is in love with her neighbor, I can tell you that stories like these will keep you in there as well. There's the clever flirting between the 2 and that amazing chase with a liquid terminator. Terminator 2 is a movie I first saw in the theater in Florida where the line was so huge that we were on the side of the building for some time. Love And Basketball saw the possible eroticism of strip-basketball. That's one way to flirt.

So, I'm outta here as I dwell on this. I'm getting tired of blogging and seeing how it's become something where it's only the tired purpose of other showing off or no one sharing thoughts. I've talked politics but no one seems to care. I've dealt with showing you personal things in my head but I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall. It feels like there is nothing left for me here. I don't care about what I have but some of you seem to find me just as a cheap thrill to click on when bored. You don't talk. There's all these people that read me but I have no clue as to who you are as there is something in here worth coming back to. What do you want me to talk about if you don't even talk back? Sex? Anger? More negativity? I sure as hell know I'm never going back to my old blog. Happy twats all around.