The Share Scare

of naxalite rock bands and vladimir dubovsky... and konkani MIT graduate men met on the metro?!
what we all need, according to recent findings, are husbands with heads full of hair - or is that full heads of hair?
cotton balls dipped in chocolate, or was that pai?

This post was originally intended as a rant against the online assault of smut a.k.a. more porn than one could possibly need in a lifetime, unless one intends to die of an aneurism at twenty due to constant indulgence in unimaginably excessive acts of sexual congress.
As if it wasn't enough that no matter what you search for on your p2p software at least seventy percent of the results will be pornography: yesterday i searched for a woody allen movie and was halfway through downloading when i decided to check it. Cut to me frozen in my chair as two men anally penetrated a heaving woman with false -- eyelashes, simultaneously!!! Maybe its just me but she looked closer to puking than orgasm at any rate... anyways, that was the dirtiest joke anyone has ever played on me and damn it left me barking mad for an entire night, till i decided to have my rant...
which is now officially over... so.