Whitee - Purveyor of Fine Beats...Provider of Lyrical Treats

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Saturday, October 21, 2006

 

I live in an apartment - always have. I just don't have the attention span to be a home owner, but I already digress...

I would rather have everyone in my building hear me and whomever having hot monkey sex than hearing the bad music that most people use to cover up them having hot monkey sex. Seriously. I'd rather have my neighbors saying something like, "Damn, Whitee sure was getting down last night" as opposed to, "Jesus, two hours of Wham...what the fuck was that all about?"

And while I'm sorta in the sexuality area...could someone please tell me when did KY get so ubiquitous? I mean lube is fine...I'm pro-lube...but all of a sudden there's commercials on TV for KY and I saw it available at a gas station/convenience store the other day. Talk about an impulse buy.

Hmmm...let's see...twenty bucks on number 3, a pack of gum, maybe some jerky...oh...and I think I may be getting reamed tonight...throw in this KY.

I'm not judging...I think it's fine if you're getting your sexual aids from the same place that sells Slurpees...it's just a bit surreal.

I can't even imagine what the abstinence-nazis must be thinking. Their heads must be ready to explode. Arrrrgh!!! I can't even get gas without having it shoved in my face! Must...not...lubricate...

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