Hitman
You know, a lot of this guy’s problems would be solved if he just wore a fucking hat. Also, worlds that include women who are more than just whores are generally more interesting than the ones that don’t. I’m just saying.
You know, a lot of this guy’s problems would be solved if he just wore a fucking hat. Also, worlds that include women who are more than just whores are generally more interesting than the ones that don’t. I’m just saying.
Cause while you’re doing your 40 minutes of cardio before you yourself descend into the weights area, you can do so on the second level of the gym, which overlooks the weight training area…. …and all the folks in the weight-training area. Yum. And, of course, there was also the Amazon chick, who was like
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I don’t know why I find this so damn funny, but I do. Maybe cause I’m a history major who spends way too much time with gamers.
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In an effort to combine all of my various interests into one easy payment, I went to the gym at the Greene today to check it out. On their little survey of things you’d like to accomplish with your gym membership, I noted that they did not include “health reasons.” They did, of course, include,
Find out what the next book for the SF book club is. Check out both local area Writers’ Groups (cause really, why not?). Check out the downtown boxing gym. Get certified on the local climbing wall. etc. etc. In short, be more social. Also, write more. You know… the usual.
But what if there was another history of porn, one that was filled less with pneumatic shaven bodies pummelling each other into submission than with sweetness, silliness and bodies that didn’t always function and purr like a well-oiled machine? The early origins of cinematic pornography tell a very different story about the representation of sex,
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In the spirit of more roller derby, less interpersonal squishiness, Travis and I went out shooting at his place yesterday. He lives out in the Ohio sticks, so when we got bored we holstered the glocks at our hips and went traipsing around the underbrush pulling useful things out of the creek and collecting interesting-looking