Naughty Jester
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| Blog Name: | Naughty Jester |
| Url: | http://naughtyjester.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | observational, humor, sexy |
| Description: | A seriously sexy romp of a blog: sex blog thursdays, metaphysical musings on mondays and the odd guest jester |
| Popularity: | 43 Followers |
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Metaphysical musings on naked bodies
My deepest apologies if you came here expecting a penthouse exclusive or a playgirl virtual-fold. Today is more about personal hygiene. We all come into this world denuded and pure. And forever after, we all aspire to return to that state. In the process of cleansing ourselves, we invariably break down into two sorts: bathers and showerers. Today let us muse metaphysically on these two archetypes. Pity the poor bath bigots. They are all spiritual quasi-descendants of Alexander Cumming, the 18th century inventor who put the bath in the modern bathroom. These folks love to lounge in laving ecstasy and linger in sudsy froth. They see soaking as much a spiritual as a
My deepest apologies if you came here expecting a penthouse exclusive or a playgirl virtual-fold. Today is more about personal hygiene. We all come into this world denuded and pure. And forever after, we all aspire to return to that state. In the process of cleansing ourselves, we invariably break down into two sorts: bathers and showerers. Today let us muse metaphysically on these two archetypes. Pity the poor bath bigots. They are all spiritual quasi-descendants of Alexander Cumming, the 18th century inventor who put the bath in the modern bathroom. These folks love to lounge in laving ecstasy and linger in sudsy froth. They see soaking as much a spiritual as a
Cocking a Snook
I had heard our cross-pond brethren mouthing this term – oh so laced with innuendo – for years now but had always wondered what it meant, my imagination often getting the better of me. Thank God for Google. Essentially it means, “to show that you do not respect something or someone by doing something that insults them.” Well, if you have ever been legally responsible for the actions of a teenager then you have experienced this snook-cocking first hand. Teens molt into adults like gallstones empty down the urethra: slow and painful. The measure and pace that they shed their youthful innocence, they fill up with angst and anger. They oh so want to control the
I had heard our cross-pond brethren mouthing this term – oh so laced with innuendo – for years now but had always wondered what it meant, my imagination often getting the better of me. Thank God for Google. Essentially it means, “to show that you do not respect something or someone by doing something that insults them.” Well, if you have ever been legally responsible for the actions of a teenager then you have experienced this snook-cocking first hand. Teens molt into adults like gallstones empty down the urethra: slow and painful. The measure and pace that they shed their youthful innocence, they fill up with angst and anger. They oh so want to control the
Lemon Droppings
So if you came here for some sort of sour scatological treatise I am sorry to disappoint. No, today is about lemons raining down like errant apples onto absent minded physicists’ heads. A lemon tree exploding with yellow fruitballs grows outside my bedroom window. Every so often we hear a ‘thunk’ followed by ‘gatagatagata’ as lemons fall onto and roll around our roof. We have a surfeit of lemons, so many in fact that I’m drowning in their juices. I’ve drunk more lemonade in the past two months of my life than in the first 40 or so years combined. Can one OD on lemonade? Recently, a visitor complained that our house was haunted as evidenced by strang
So if you came here for some sort of sour scatological treatise I am sorry to disappoint. No, today is about lemons raining down like errant apples onto absent minded physicists’ heads. A lemon tree exploding with yellow fruitballs grows outside my bedroom window. Every so often we hear a ‘thunk’ followed by ‘gatagatagata’ as lemons fall onto and roll around our roof. We have a surfeit of lemons, so many in fact that I’m drowning in their juices. I’ve drunk more lemonade in the past two months of my life than in the first 40 or so years combined. Can one OD on lemonade? Recently, a visitor complained that our house was haunted as evidenced by strang
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