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

Food and such oddities

“Lasciate Ogni Speranza Voi Ch’Entrate”
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

in Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy – Canto III

on today’s menu we have the “intra-work relationships” special.
this is composed by a portion of man, a portion of woman, two table spoons of passion and a dash of hot hot indian spice.
like all dishes with hot spices, one needs to really like that kind of food to enjoy them…

One of the problems of eating out like this is that basically you’re fucked.
First in a good and sweaty way, but after it just leaves a bad after taste specially if rimming is included as desert.
Your colleagues begin to suspect something, either because your not careful enough, or just simply because of all the bragging. The cleaning woman begins to complain about all the stains in the meeting table and the foot prints on the wall.
And then there’s the all hierarchical shit. If she’s on top of you, she’ll enjoy it more and scream louder, and if she’s beneath you, the probability of she yelling ’sexual harassment’ is, how shall i put it, more percentage that you have that that child is yours…

So take Dante word for it, and don’t venture on foods you don’t know…

Mohebius

An hour at lunch

I think Lewis Carol said it best in his novel “The Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” -
“Who’s the more foolish – the fool, or the fool who follows him?”
That said, on our lunch hour we try and follow….
And today’s topic was…

Rim jobs aka Rimming

By definition, a person who has a job working at RIM, or as someone so elegantly put it in our trustworthy Urban Dictionary

Rim jobs are the untold truth of no barriers relationships.
Some try to put it in a way that sounds almost pleasant, but come on, the tongue was not built for that, or was it?
Sure that’s an area with a lot of nervous connections but so is your penis, and do you get a tongue ?…
oh wait, maybe you can get someone tongue down there…
I see possibilities here…
This can turn out to be a nice experience after all.

But even this is nothing new, it has even been done by the ‘this is not sex’ President.

And as long as she’s down there… hell!, lets live dangerously.

So tell us your experiences and come back for the second installment of our lunch hour.

Mohebius