Shag, The Dancing Cat
Sleeping with prostitutes is like making your cat dance with you on its hind legs. You know it's wrong, but you try to convince yourself that they're enjoying it as well. - Scott Capurro at the Pleasance, 2004.
Funny, ha ha. Sad losers have sex with prostitutes and the men hate themselves and the women hate them too, the whole thing and the world slides into the sordid and profane gutter of sleaziness, of mutual exploitation, drugs and crime and unkempt fingernails.
There are two come-backs, as it were to this.
Sometimes the prostitute does enjoy it, or so I am reliably informed by those (other) guys who have had to fight them off, demanding seconds, thirds, fourths... "Honey, I have to WORK in the morning." Some woman really DO choose this life...
And just because the woman is NOT a prostitute doesn't mean automatically that she *is* enjoying her tabby tango, her pussy polka...
Or so I am reliably informed by the many husbands (now generally divorced and enjoying themselves in Asia) of wives who are not really fond of all that dirty stuff. The type who insist on the lights going off, minimal nakedness and who close their eyes to recite their rosary all the way through the act (apologies to Gabriel Garcia Marquez).
I'd rather shag a dancing cat than that...
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
I successfully managed to waste an entire afternoon reading the jokes link from this post.
Vince, for you. An ENTIRE afternoon? Plus it's only 3;20 now!
Well er, not quite! I did have to fight off the snake!
Are bamboo snakes as dangerous as stainless steel ones? (he said, referring cryptically and surreally to the HK penchant for bamboo scaffolding.)
Yes, I know someone who was medevac-ed off the island by helicopter a few years ago.
Sex without messy emotional entanglement...that's what a lot of guys dream about. Not me of course.
Dick: the Ex had minimal emotional entanglement with me, didn't make the sex any better for her.
Sex with pussy of your dreams: it'd be those emotion free scratches and bites which would be messy and run the risk of what is it, cat-scratch fever? Toxoplasmosis? Cytomegalovirus? Nasty.
This post came about from me trying to figure out how to link that joke (which I reread last week when I posted it to a comment on Savannah's blog) and VPS's photo.
But you knew that.
no, but now i do...but strangely, it still doesn't make anything any clearer, sugar