Love thy neighbour…

“Love hinders death. Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.”

Leo Tolstoy – War and Peace – Book XIII, Ch. 16

Today we’ll conduct a poll with the objective of discovering where do you stand on lacie underwear.

A – It’s a must
B – Yes i like it
C – Does it show?
D – Been there, done that.
E – Under where???

I myself am a firm believer on fancy underwear. I mean, if they must use it we might as well enjoy it.
And nothing says more about a woman than her underwear and the way she reveals it.
Underwear is like advertising. If used properly it can sell everything.

And then there is the all lingerie thing. Man i do love lingerie. All women should wear lingerie.
If they would the marriages would last longer, or why do you think man have affairs? Because mistress sluts wear better lingerie.
And of course, suck better… On the “Marriage Manual for Wives” there should be an entire chapter for wearing lingerie, and of course, one for the art of sucking.

But the thing that appeals the most to me is how graphic everything is when good lingerie is involved: you instantly know that it will be an awesome ride! If you get one actually hot girl wearing some granny underpants, you always get that shiver that says “oh shit, it goes all the way to her ears, kind of feeling”, even if the girl is actually a sex goddess…
Of course no sex goddess would wear such a fucking ugly thing (not even on laundry day, after a tornado in the middle of the rain forest). But with goodol’ laced underwear you’ll feel right as rain (and you’ll be holding yourself back from jumping on that like a lightning).

So if you get a choice, choose lingerie, choose awesome, choose living la vida loca, choose sucking without braces.

Mohebius & Charoum.

The sanctity of leasing

“Thus, during those nineteen years of torture and slavery, did this soul rise and fall at the same time. Light entered on the one side, and darkness on the other.”

Victor Hugo – Les Miserábles
Book II – The Fall * Chapter VII

Relationships is such a vast topic, that due to popular demand (both voices on my mind), the subject is back…
Today we’ll see how the world is twisted and how everything is related, no matter how far fetched it seems.
Take Leasing and Marriages for example. For the untrained eye they have nothing in common, but if you look closely…

Leasing normally works by first selecting the object of your desire, that you can’t obviously afford, or you wouldn’t need a leasing, then by giving a down payment, and then your stuck with it for a long LONG time…

Surprisingly Marriages work in a very similar way. First you search for a girl that you want, but normaly can’t have, and in the end you won’t, so you settle for second best, then you give a down payment, meeting the parents and the you marry her being stuck with her/him for a long LONG time…

And all this is the good part, because after this is all downhill.
After some time you begin to see the new models and begin to wonder why can’t you have one of those, but then remember that you leased until the end of time and, as you didn’t have enough money for a decent down payment, you still have a huge residual value to pay for the lease.
Kinda like your marriage, because unless you know/are a very VERY good lawyer your residual payment will leave you working for food, and you can forget about sex.

So if you get an urge think when all the blood in your body is some place else, just pay for it…

Mohebius