Yeah ... it isn't good, is it?
I ended up in one round the back of Kings Cross after an afternoon in the Church .. it might have been called the Eagle but I was about 12 red stripe down so fuck knows. Even then it was horrible, with extra surreal points for it being sunday and daylight outside in October. Still, y'know. Served beer.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 10:15, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

I'm a big fan of vagina
but faced with one that's been basted with cheap coconut butter and presented on a blanket on a pool table surrounded by woodbine-scented navvies it suddenly becomes less than arousing.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 10:19, Reply)

never a truer word spoken.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 10:20, Reply)

although woodbines GMTRFH.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 10:24, Reply)

They are my favourite.
It's real, none of this stage malarkey.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 10:20, Reply)

No. See. If it was "real" then you'd be enjoying the view in the early stages of having sex with somebody.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 10:23, Reply)

What?
By that rationale the only sexual transactions we can have as human beings are ones we are actually involved in? Which, blatantly, isn't the case.

What is it, if it's not "real"?
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 10:37, Reply)