Archive for Sex
The Throes of Passion: Fruit Edition
Posted by: | CommentsAnd they aren’t even passion fruit!
The Most Ridiculous Name for a Monument: Philadelphia Edition
Posted by: | CommentsKeyser had to burst out laughing just now upon learning that not only was there a Catholic Total Abstinence Fountain at the Philadelphia World’s Fair of 1876, but this absurdity still exists:
Seemingly, there’s no water, which is appropriate enough when you think about it. You don’t want to get all “wet and ready for action” if total abstinence is the theme. Presumably, that’s also why the various statues are so stand offish. If they were too close to each other, God knows what naughtiness they might get up to!
Meg Ryan: Sleepless in China Edition
Posted by: | CommentsSeems this is a Chinese commercial. Speaks for itself (as it were).
Mormons For Porn
Posted by: | CommentsWell, okay, maybe “naughtiness” rather than porn. No idea what this is supposed to mean… (SFW if anyone cares. As long as you don’t work for some really humorless Mormons).
What’ll They Think of Next?: Japan Edition
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Rock Star Sex: Missing the Point Edition
Posted by: | CommentsRemember the pilot who saved that plane when its engines gave out right after taking off from LaGuardia? Well, it seems that he’s getting frequent flier miles as a payoff:
High-flying hero pilot Chesley Sullenberger confessed that he’s been enjoying “rock star sex” in the wake of being dubbed a national hero.
Sully, who landed a US Airways jetliner safely in New York Hudson’s River earlier this year, said in an interview for NBC’s “People of the Year” TV special set to air on Thursday that the near-tragic incident has added some sizzle to his sex life.
To Keyser’s mind (remember he’s not a rock star for real, but playing one on television does give him some sense of the perks), this conjures up images of 24/7 blow-jobs from adoring groupies. Seemingly, not so much for the good pilot.
“He doesn’t know I’m going to say this, but I had joked the other day that … the hero sex really helps a 20-year-old marriage,” wife Laurie Sullengerger said.
“Rock star sex,” Sully said.
So here’s a bit of advice from Cap’n Keyser to any Lair readers whose twenty-year-old marriages are getting a bit weak in the control stick department. Take the old lady out for a spin in your Cesna and then pretend that the engines give out before taking ‘er in for a smooth landing in the drink. After that, the blow-jobs will come back as if it were the good old days.
And if you keep your eyes closed as you lie back in your cockpit, you can imagine that you’re on the receiving end of ministrations from a nubile and smitten young groupie (or stewardess, if that’s how you roll). Take Captain Sullenberger’s word for it!
She Knew Who It Was Without Being Told: Rielle Hunter Edition
Posted by: | CommentsAt the time, Keyser paid little attention to the scandal involving ambulance chaser, bon vivant and erstwhile Democrat presidential candidate John “Two Americas” Edwards, but Keyser just came across something that’s just too funny for words. To fill in the details, Sen. Edwards was banging Ms. Rielle Hunter, who was supposedly filming a “documentary” about him (remember to be careful about who you let film “documentaries” about you, kids – think of what happened to poor old Kim Kardashian when hers was leaked! And not to worry, the link’s to a YouTube teaser, how bad can it be?), and this while he was milking his wife Elizabeth’s cancer for all the sympathy votes it was worth. Well, Edwards got found out by, of all things, that hallowed journalistic dame The National Enquirer, and all the “real” media outlets refused to cover the scandal on the grounds that, well, if it’s in the NE, who could believe it was true? Well, turns out that it isn’t only the Men in Black who should read the tabloids for the truth, because, well, it was true! The good senator and would-be president for a while got some aid to say that the brat was his, but, well, it wasn’t.
So, here’s the latest from the Enquirer (apparently, you have to buy the paper version to get the full text, but here’s the link to the teaser):
“When Elizabeth found out Rielle had shown up in North Carolina to look at houses, she went ballistic!” a close source told THE ENQUIRER. “She demanded that John give her Rielle’s cell phone number. John was in the room when Elizabeth called Rielle and screamed into the phone, “How dare you move here?”
Without giving Rielle a chance to respond, Elizabeth continued her tirade, shouting, ‘Leave my family alone!’ Then, clearly beside herself with rage, she blurted out, ‘I hope you die!’ and slammed down the phone.’”
On the other end of the line, Rielle — who’s been living with a friend in New Jersey – recoiled in horror, said the source. “Elizabeth didn’t have to identify herself for Rielle to know who it was. It was a confrontation that Rielle expected would eventually take place, but it still caught her off guard,” the source said.
And Elizabeth’s hostility made Rielle only more determined to raise her 20-month-old daughter Frances near John, said the source.
“Rielle said, ‘She better come to grips with the fact that John is going to be in our daughter’s life whether she likes it or not!’” said the source.
“She also said, ‘Elizabeth can yell and scream at me all she wants, but her anger is clear misdirected. John knew what he was doing when we got pregnant. Elizabeth needs to face facts.’”
Boy, for a guy who used $6 million of his lucre “earned” as a malpractice lawyer shyster to acquire in a 10,400 sq. ft. house with 17,800 sq. ft. of “connected” additional space (garages, rec buildings, that kind of thing), he sure leads something of a trailer park life. (And to be fair, it has to be admitted that the house is all on one level apart from a 600 sq. ft. master bedroom and bath suite, so on “one level” at least, he is slumming it with the “common folk.”)
Keyser had to burst out laughing at the “Elizabeth didn’t have to identify herself for Rielle to know who it was” bit. Yeah, no doubt. It’s not like most people get random calls from harlots screaming at them to leave their family alone and wishing death on them. Kind of goes with the “house wrecking hussy” territory, so presumably Rielle could put two and one together and get “Bitch!”
Say, maybe the good senator was right about that whole “two Americas” deal after. There’s decent folk. And there are people like him. And Rielle. And the saintly Elizabeth.
Truth really is weird than fiction. Even if it’s told by the National Enquirer!
Eve VII
Posted by: | Comments“Hey, sweetie, you’ll never guess who I bumped into on the way back from the orchard.”
Eve VI
Posted by: | Comments“Hey, Adam, you look like you’ve had a tiring day tending that tree of knowledge. Say, what’s it know, anyway? Yeah, me neither. Anyhow, why don’t you lie down here beside me? The serpent showed me the tastiest fruit, and he knows all about these things. I’ve got one for you too. Have a bite and you’ll know it as well as I do. Come on, lemme show you.”
No Fucking Fucking in Fucking
Posted by: | CommentsThe trivia experts among the Lair readership may recall a post on the amusingly named Austrian hamlet of Fucking. Well, apparently the locals aren’t too amused about the use to which naughty-minded English speakers put their road signs:
Authorities in the Austrian village of F***ing have installed CCTV cameras in an attempt to stop tourists acting out the name in front of their road signs.
The tiny rural hamlet has been plagued by visitors filming themselves in sexually explicit positions with the name ‘F***ing’ in the background.
‘I’m sure each of them think they’re the first to think of it, but believe me they’re not. We’ve grown very tired of it and we’re doing something about it,’ said one fed up resident of the village near Salzburg, which has a population of just 104.
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Now CCTV cameras are going up above the town name signs to deter tourists from going all the way.
‘It might make them think twice and just pose for a picture instead,’ said one hopeful local.
Keyser’s not so sure about the solution. Maybe some people will think they don’t have to bring their own video cam.
Anyway, what’s with the asterisk in the name “Fucking” in the article. While Keyser supposes that some prudes may be offended by the word “fucking,” the fact remains that this is the name of the joint. But at least Keyser will give these people credit for going full with their prudishness and blocking out a bunch of the letters so you can’t readily see what it is. He’s never seen the point of minor modifications like “@sshole” or “f-ckhead.” If you can readily tell what the “disguised” word is supposed to say, what’s the point?
Now that Keyser thinks about it, perhaps the prudish locals should simply have their road signs say “F***ing” instead. Then nobody would want to have a picture of themselves fucking in F***ing.







