Arses…

When I was travelling overseas, a fellow traveler, a male, said to me that he could pick an Aussie woman out of a crowd just because of the shape of her arse. Huh. Granted, he was drunk at the time he made this grand pronouncement and possibly I was a tad legless myself but it’s a comment that always stuck in my mind and I’m sorry I forgot to ask him why he had that theory.

But I digress, last Sunday I wrote a blog with the title ‘pointy penises in pink panties.’ It was an experiment which, judging by the emails I received, confused quite a few people. That’s always fun. The reason I used that title was all to do with body parts - specifically bottoms, arses, bums, derrieres. Confused? No doubt.

The Monday before that I wrote a blog on assumptions. I called it ‘Ass - u – me’ - you know, the old saying of “when you assume you make an ass out of you and me.” Anyway, I was quite agog at the hits this assumption blog received. It was just my usual rambling post so I couldn’t work out why I had all these extra readers - it was great - thank you for staying on and reading - then it occurred to me. It was all to do with the 'ass' in the title. As for the ‘U’ and ‘me’? One can only surmise that would refer to what one could do with an ass.

Anyway I wrote the Penis/panties blog title to test my theory on body parts in the title affecting readership. I did get a similar response but slightly less new hits. I believe this indicates the arses are more popular than penises. No, it’s not conclusive and yes, the experiment was half-arsed…pardon the pun.

And something fascinatingly bizarre…

THE attempted armed robbery of a Russian hairdresser became a three-day sex ordeal for the would-be thief, leaving him with torn genitals and a Viagra hangover.

IT website The Register reports the man, known as Viktor, tried to rob the hairdresser in the town of Meshchovsk.

The owner, 28-year-old Olga, agreed to hand over the takings but as she was giving him the money, used her karate skills to knock him to the ground and tie him up with a hairdryer cord.

She then locked him in the storeroom and told colleagues she’d call the police.

However, she instead stripped him and cuffed him to a heater with a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. She then fed him Viagra and raped him several times over the next four days.

When finally released, Viktor went first to hospital for treatment for his torn frenulum, and then reported Olga to the police. When she was arrested, Olga reported him for robbery.

“What a bastard,” she complained. “Yes, we had sex a couple of times. But I’ve bought him new jeans, gave him food and even gave him 1000 roubles when he left.”

Viktor admitted she had fed him well.

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25819498-401,00.html

I especially like the last line…

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Pointy penises in pink panties….

I know – you’re thinking why the above title? What does that have to do with the flying pig picture? Is she out of her mind? Frequently – but there is method in my madness and no, I haven’t been dressing men in pink, frilly knickers…hmmm…now there’s a thought…anyway, the title is an experiment. I’ll tell you about it soon.

But really, other than the penis in pink panties experiment, there is, at this moment, nothing to report. The flying pig you ask? You know that expression “if wishes had wings pigs would fly?” I have one wish I need granted – the power to forget someone - and if I see a flying pig right now I may just believe in miracles.

So until next time, I’ll leave you with this song…one of my faves…and really who does know? Stuffed if I do.



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