September 29th, 2005

Yanked my meat and spurted to La Famille Sans Tabou last night/this morning. It's incest-themed, in French and was supposedly approved by Mario Salieri himself. In itself, this feature is nothing to shout about, save a few scenes where the horny daughters are all wagging tongues, and helplessly turned on by their father's thick, meaty cocks. Shit, my cock's feeling a little cheer from just writing about this, so perhaps there is something to shout about.

    Funny how incest narratives turn me on, and yet I have absolutely no desire to get it on with my own mother. In my own infamous words, it is almost an inevitable fact that whenever I think of my mother, my right fist automatically clenches itself, not to fist her, but to punch her in the face. Shit, sure hope I won't get struck by lightning for saying this. But part of it is in jest. At times, when she's in a jovial mood, she says the cutest things. But when she's in a nasty one, then hey, better pack your bags and get ready to get the hell out of dodge, cos this motherfuckin storm's gonna be HUGE. 

    Well, my dear hypocritically horny readers, I shall have to take my leave now, but before I do, here's a shot of eye/cock/cunt candy for your pleasure. It's an image of my younger sister, Claire. Haha, just kidding, you fools.