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Updated: 2017-05-29T16:57:17Z


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The Canadians were on LSD. The sex-toy bag was full of booze and Olivia lost her buttplug and we had to search the kitchen drawers before she juiced the grapefruits.

Posted on 2017-05-29
Tags: mintings

Help the Aged


I keep meeting girls from Walnut Creek who don’t know about the CDROM.

Posted on 2017-05-19
Tags: ranticore

Four years


Posted on 2017-05-09
Tags: barks

Ezra's legacy


“Good,” he said. “I’d like to see that white females number go down though. Let’s work on that.”

“We agree on something,” she said. “Do white women look down on you for being Mexican?”

“They look down on everyone for being anything,” he snorted.

“How do you feel about progessive female SJWs who claim to defend your interests as an ethnic minority while at the same time secretly hating you for being the scum of the earth?” she asked.

“White saviorism is pretty obnoxious,” he replied, “but so is calling people SJWs because they give a fuck about other human beings.”

“Do you think they truly give a fuck?” she asked.

“I’m sure they do, to an extent, but like anyone they are self-serving,” he said. “I just don’t get going out of your way to further judge them.”

“They do judge people all the time,” she said.

“Usually it’s people who are problematic,” he said, “which I’m okay with, though sadly, as with anything, people go too far, like policing language or making an issue of something that doesn’t need to be one.”

“That’s the very heart of activism as a surrogate activity: faking concern about other people’s problems in order to promote themselves in some way,” she explained.

“For example SJW is way better than Meninist,” he continued. “Pick your poison, I guess.”

“What’s a Meninist?” she asked.

“Red-pill assholes who think the world is out to subjugate men in favor of women,” he explained.

“Those guys always talk about lifting,” she laughed. “They lift their way through life and lift problems away.”

“To be fair you’re pretty apathetic about people’s concerns… or you don’t seem to care about other people’s problems,” he observed.

“Maybe I have enough problems of my own,” she said, “problems that have a social dimension, but I just bother trying to fix them in as much as they affect me.”

“That’s fine,” he said, “some just want to care about problems affecting others. To each their own. I don’t think it’s inherently selfish.”

“For example,” she said, “I have problems with my Emacs setup.”

“Emacs always seems more trouble than what it’s worth,” he said, “but so do you.”

Posted on 2017-05-02
Tags: umismu

Then Moises claimed that T.G.I. Friday's was acceptable


“Itʼs really sad listening to a friend talk about how he doesnʼt care for his wife and doesnʼt find her attractive anymore,” he whined, “while at the same time talking about the kid she is pregnant with—obviously they havenʼt had sex in awhile—and how though he only wants one kid, she wants multiple so they will probably have more. He said he couldnʼt afford to have a divorce. He literally said that one morning, watching her get dressed he laughed and told her, ‘Your boobs look weird.’ She didnʼt like that. I reminded him that they will continue to age. That didnʼt make him feel good. He said that he realized before getting married that he thought he was a good person, but now heʼs realizing heʼs a bad person. He said he was a misogynist. I said, ‘Worse, youʼre the type of misogynist who pretends to be a feminist.’ He agreed. He lived in Park Slope, but he moved once they became pregnant.”

“Good luck finding a kid-friendly restaurant,” she said.

Posted on 2017-03-22
Tags: umismu

Measure once, devein twice


Ophira lived in a wee house in University Square, Tampa. It had one floor, three bedrooms, two baths, a handful of family members, a couple pets, some plants, and an occasional staring contest. Mauricio lived in Lowry Park North, but Ophira wasn’t allowed to go there because Mauricio was afraid that someone would tell his girlfriend. Ophira didn’t like Mauricio’s girlfriend and Mauricio’s girlfriend did not like Ophira. Mauricio did not bring his girlfriend along when he and Ophira went to St. Pete Beach. They frolicked in the ocean water, and attempted to have sex. Mauricio and Ophira were big fans of science, so Somewhat quickly they concluded that it is impossible to have sex underwater, and absconded to Ophira’s car to have sex therein. “I hate Mauricio’s girlfriend,” Ophira told Amit on the telephone. “She’s not even pretty.” “Hey, listen,” said Amit. “I’m going to a wedding on Captiva.” “Oh, my family used to go to Captiva every year. There’s bioluminescent algae and little crabs and stuff.” “Yeah? Do you want to come along? You could pick me up at the airport.” “Why would I want to go to a wedding?” “Well, it’s on the beach and they’re going to have a bouncy castle.” “A bouncy castle‽ Are you serious?” “Yes.” “Well, okay.” Amit prepared to go to the wedding and Ophira became terse then unresponsive. After he landed at RSW, he called Ophira, but instead of answering the phone she startled and fell out of her chair. Amit arranged for other transportation toward the Sanibel Causeway. Ophira bit her nails for a few hours, then went to her car and drove to Cape Coral. Ophira cruised around Cape Coral for a while, until she spotted a teenager cleaning a minivan. She parked her car and approached him. “Whatcha doing?” asked Ophira, pretending to chew on imaginary gum. The youth slid the minivan door open. “I’m cleaning,” he said hesitantly. “Didn’t your parents teach you not to talk to strangers? I could do all kinds of horrible things to you.” They conversed for a bit. She recounted a story of her personal hero, a twelve-year-old girl who seduced and manipulated older men into ruin. She rehashed the mysteries of Mauricio’s girlfriend. She waxed poetic on her love of bouncy castles. The youth listened, hypnotized. “What’s your name, kid?” Ophira yawned. “Arjun,” he replied. “How old are you?” Arjun thought about it. “15,” he said. “Hmm,” Ophira stroked her chin. “Can you sneak me into your room so that your parents never find out about it?” Arjun’s eyes went wide. MEANWHILE, on Captiva Island, Amit had learned that even though the Tenderly had multiple indoor jacuzzis, General Fitzpatrick and Mrs. Fitzpatrick had decided it prudent to have sex in the hot tub on the deck; that the execution of this plan had somehow necessitated a lengthy cleaning process before the hot tub could be used again; that that’s why workmen were cleaning the hot tub; and that the Fitzpatrick children had gotten General Fitzpatrick and Mrs. Fitzpatrick to agree to not do that again, with an added suggestion that they not be seen doing anything else naked in public. A girl walked up to Amit. “Hey, I heard you lost your plus-one. Are you here alone? What a loser!” she giggled nervously, then stared. “Leave me alone, Darlene,” sighed Amit. Darlene’s face reddened as she spun on her heels and stormed over to Lisette. “Oh my god, did you see that? I practically threw myself at him and he was abusive toward me. He probably has all the classic signs of being an abuser. Did you hear about that girl he dated in Ohio? I bet I know why that ended.” “Oh really?” said Lisette distractedly, looking Amit up and down. “So he’s single now?” Darlene glared at Lisette as Amit wandered back outside to stare at the hot tub. “Hey kid,” said Ophira, “bring me some snacks.” “I don’t[...]

Oh, little boy, pick up the pieces


Chris sat in the window seat in the row behind his parents. Actually he also sat in half of his neighbor’s seat. His neighbor was uncomfortable but said nothing and did not attempt to lower the armrest to try to contain his girth.

His parents were awful human beings: selfish, self-absorbed and controlling. “Chris,” his dad would say, “look out the window!” His dad was the type of officious busybody who would snitch on you at work for not snitching on someone else.

“What?” Chris would reply, after putting down The Handmaid’s Tale and removing one of his earbuds. Then his dad would insist that it was very important that he look out the window to see a very important cloud or glacial landform.

Chris would comply and then return to his book and music.

“Chris,” his mom would say, “you need to review our travel itinerary.” His mom cried herself to sleep when she heard that Nigel Stock died, gave up on ever finding True Love, and resolved to achieve a husband and child instead.

“What?” Chris would reply, after putting down The Handmaid’s Tale and removing one of his earbuds. Then his mom would insist that it was very important that review photos and prose regarding their managed tour package in Costa Rica, because he wouldn’t want to show up there unprepared. Chris would passive-aggressively stare at each page of the packet, then hand it back to his mother.

It was already somewhat clear that due to delays in taking off they would be missing their connecting flight to Costa Rica. About ⅓ of the passengers on the aeroplane were also going to Costa Rica, and were discussing the probable missed connection amongst themselves and with the flight staff.

Chris’s parents were oblivious to all of this, despite being native speakers of English. Additionally, just as they were unaware of what other people were discussing, they imagined that no one else could hear their private family discussions.

Everyone on the plane missed their connecting flights. Chris’s parents continued to be terrible human beings.

Posted on 2017-03-08
Tags: etiamdisco

Tom's birthday happens every year


“Sure,” she said, while having a drink for breakfast at the post office.

Posted on 2017-02-15
Tags: mintings

Strangers with candy



Posted on 2017-01-21
Tags: barks

Sigil Loma Saturnina Reed-Stuewe


“Are they from Gresham?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said, “Sigil is Portland proper, Fritz is Eugene, Elfbreath is somewhere in a trailer on the coast.”

Posted on 2016-12-28
Tags: umismu