Random life thoughts

I am back. Again, I think that I have a problem, Houston, with my screen here, but I will soldier on with today's ravings. I am not sure where to begin today. I mean I see natural selection was at work in Columbia.

Apparently, a 35 year old security guard in Columbia was having some drinks with friends and his 21 year old nephew. The nephew started to hiccup and the ever loving uncle decided to try and scare them away by pointing his gun at his nephew. Wouldn't you know it, but the gun went off, shooting the nephew in the neck, killing him. The distraught uncle then turned the gun on himself, thus allowing a case of the hiccups to end two lives. I am not sure whether this is funny or not, but it is odd and absurd, so it works for me.

I did lie, I have NO thoughts, so you are getting random life bullshit, really. On Cruel.com there is a hilarious story, blog really, about some dude who claims to have shaved his ass, and the "fun" that ensued. I urge you all to check it out as it is funny. It does beg the question, "why" though. I would hate for the answer to be "because it is there". I mean, I do not think that I have ever considered shaving my ass, but I cannot judge somebody for doing that. I have thought about the odd, and I do mean odd, female that I have come across with a hairy ass.

I am not talking about a bit of "peach fuzz" or fuzzy ass, I am talking dark hair. That is just not a fun thing to see on a female, nor feel either. You can be safely assured that if the woman in question has a hairy ass, she sure as shit will have nipple hairs too. That is just a hirsute fact of life. Don't believe me, look it up in a human physiology or anatomy text book. It is there in black and white, if the lady has a hairy ass (they do describe it exactly that way, too) then she is going to have those damn nipple (or is that areola) hairs.

Ever get one of those caught in your teeth? I find it far more disconcerting than getting a pubic hair in my throat. At least with the pubic hair in the throat, I know when I go down and she is not shaved/waxed/hairless/a chihuahua that I stand a chance of coughing up a bit of a fur ball later. I never think that when going for the breasts. That, of course, is just me and my shallow ways.

How did I get on that subject? It is amazing where I can end up when I do not have a destination in mind. Damn, I do like the journey. Well, think of happy thoughts and hairy asses. Ciao!