tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898504695017372262012-01-14T18:06:00.585+11:00Ramblings of a single bloke with a pet monkey in his head pulling all the strings.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.comBlogger931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-84500049926295903852011-06-24T14:48:00.005+10:002011-06-24T15:05:04.305+10:00

Amazing the way that life moves you on some times.Truth be told not much has changed except the time and motivation to write have vanished. The outlet that once was this blog has not been needed and as such it has languished untended and unloved.It is sad to say that technical writing and industrial design work have sapped my creativity outside of work hours while keeping my brain at full speed

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I have rediscovered the bush. My play thing is in full winter coat. Over the last number of years, no fur has been the norm in my boudoir. Not by demand mind you, it was just that was what had presented itself.It seemed that the order of the day was bald badger or if not bald then trimmed to the point that Ashley and Martin were salivating at the need for medical intervention.I had laughed out

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At what point do you become the creepy old dude? When is an age gap really an issue.I have been pondering this of late. I am pushing towards that magical 40. The marker at the end of your dirty thirties.It has been some time now since my last long term relationship and I wonder if I will have another. I honestly wonder if I am ready to compromise where I need to and open myself up again.To

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I am not one to whine but seriously this is pissing me off.I want to move on with my life and find that person. I want to share adventures, dancing, good food and laughs. There is plenty more of all to do yet.I don't want to be worshipped and coupled 24/7 but I want a spark and passion and focus when we are together.I want my toes to curl, I want to make your toes curl.I need smart and creative

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So I was stood upBut I got up and made other plansBigger plans with younger fansWhen my fun was done, I saw the textWhere are you now, what is going on?I got stood up and I need some funDeleteGet with the program, the wheel turns fastI've already moved on

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Age is a funny thing. Now more than ever I am convinced it is as much in your head as your bones.Right now my bones are giving me a gentle reminder of what I have done with my nearly 39 years so far but after the weekend just gone I am amused to know that I pulled up better than friends 6 to 17 years younger.As a side note, actually writing that number is a little shocking - It dawned on me just

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As always, there are engagements and functions to attend at this time of year and strutting your new found single status is a little tiresome among old friends. It is so much more fun to shake things up with surprises.An old, old, like started school together old, friend returned to Sydney a few days back to premiere a film he had made. He is one of those people who ooze success and talent. He

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I don't work in the city, I don't do suits. I don't do office drama and drunken Friday night shenanigans with the girls from abc bank/lawyers/brokers.It is not my scene. Just never has been.On Friday I was reminded why.I went into town to join a mate for drinks of the Friday evening office worker type.On arrival she greeted me with a smile and warm kiss. The sort of kiss in a crowd that says,

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I can't remember the last time I got a hickey.That ugly red bruise, like you have been hit in the neck with a high velocity squash ball.A mark that screams teenage passion, territorial marking and mischief most recent.Actually I can remember the last one...it was fucking yesterday.In a moment of mock rage I suggested she just cock a leg and piss on me if she wanted to mark me...there was a pause

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When I was a kid, I was a geeky, Star Wars loving geek king of kid.Sure I played with death constructing the jump of doom for my trusty BMX. I lobbed my self up and down cliff faces occasionally using a rope and some semblance of safety gear.I always wandered way too deep into the local bushland to see just where the creek went - and all of this before the days of GPS, mobile phones and parents

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The guide books suggest you see other parts of Holland first so that you don't get the wrong idea about the Dutch if you go straight to the red light district in Amsterdam. Fuck that I say. Goldmember taught me everything I needed to know about these crazy Dutch basrards. All I needed now was to do some window shopping. Making the most of existing connections, I spent the majority of the day

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I am the first to admit that I am a geek and early adopter of technology. I would however say that I tend to watch, wait and research a product until I know it will do what i need and in a fashion that meets my expectations.This post for example is being written on my new phone, the HTC Magic while I sit at the airport ready for another jaunt to Europe.Some have dubbed it the iPhone killer, for

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In the interests of riding another techno fad wave face first into the shallow shore break of the internasty I have joined Twatter to find out what all the fuss is about.So far it seems that the number of people on it does not match the hype and surprise, surprise, the updates are just as banal and silly as those on crackbook.Despite all this, I shall persist for a little while longer as I can at

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I have a dance partner and a lover.One was born about the time I finished school and knows none of my silly music, life or film references.She has an eternity of growing up to do, none of which I want to carry her through.She is slim and petite but almost too much so for my carnal tastes.She lacks the self assured sexuality I desire despite being able to turn on just enough to make the judges

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The plan was simple, dance until late, return to my place and snuggle the night away with a lazy sleep in.Yes, it was a school night and the lazy sleep in was to be on a Friday morning but I am the boss so fuck off back to work and don't question why I am late ok?As I gently woke from my slumber and peered through bleary eyes at the alarm clock there was a confused recognition that the numbers

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What does it mean after one date, a bit of a snog and a few saucy text messages to get hit with the question "so are we exclusive?"It is a bitch of a question in my book because it is way to early to know the answer to that unless you are a 18 year old romantic that still believes in true love and in reality when it is ready to be exclusive, you should not have to as such a stupid question.Being

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I have a mate who, along with his wife are Virgin Blue flight attendants. It is hilarious the antics they get up to and the fun they hare having.Unfortunately I am in that age bracket that is probably too old for Virgin Blue and too young for Qantas.Anyhow, having also worked for an airline in a different capacity in my deep dark past I had preconceived ideas about staff travel allowances. I

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Boxing day was every bit as much fun on the water as expected and many more afternoons like it followed. With new years eve rapidly approaching and no firm plans in place I did the only thing I could think of doing and put in a booty call to water bed girl.There was no commitment as she was trying to make something else happen. We agreed that there was a dance party to fall back on for the

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Yet again my enthusiasm for Christmas was failing fast.Cracks in my relationship with LTL were tearing open faster than the San Andreas Fault in 1906. Arguing over stupid shit like my choice of tree left me dazed.Christmas eve continued into an ever increasing whirlpool of negative vibes.Her failure to succeed in cooking some exotic rice based desert somehow became my fault despite me having no

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It is that time of year. The heat wave that ravaged South Australia and Victoria is creeping up towards Sydney and it is making life a challenge.In the middle of all the heat I am trying to rehearse three dance routines and learn a whole heap of West Coast Swing from a couple of amazing dancers from California.To say things are a little insane right now is an understatement.I have danced every

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I did think long and hard about the offer.The longer I thought, the harder I got but despite the attraction to waterbed girl, she just was not the one.At the first opportunity, I set it out for waterbed girl. It was not going to play out that way. LTL and I were making a commitment so that took me off the streets or more to the point out of her bed.To say she was pissed off was an understatement

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2009 is underway and I have already made a mess of things.Way back before I started blogging I knew this girl, she is just my type of person except she had a douche bag boyfriend, from now known as DB. We always got along like a house on fire and through various sport related gigs spent a fair bit of time together both in Australia and overseas. This was not a dancing thing.There were moments

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That is is. Christmas is over for me.Every year I have been good, I have bowed to the commercial pressure of Christmas and prayed to the fat man in a red suit for a Playstation 3.I look under my tree today - the first xmas tree I have rigged in years by the way - and still it is not there.Boxing day sales, here I come. If you want something good, it seems you have to buy it yourself!Merry

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To quote Twain, the rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated.The bike is yet to provide more danger than an increased heart rate and surge of adrenaline. It is still surpassed in risk by activities like kite surfing in over 30 knots of wind as per yesterday afternoon.Some how I have managed to retain my licence and all my skin despite the little red thoroughbred wanting to get up on

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So this is post number 69. I was thinking of telling some tale of sexy curves, erotic fantasies, leather, rubber and natural highs that drugs can't beat.Instead I will just show you a picture of my new bike I picked up on the weekend.If it goes quiet for a while here it is because I am off riding and having big boys toy kinda fun.If it goes really quiet for a long time, you know I have left a

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Use me for sex.Use me for entertainment.Use me for the conversation.Use me for the dance.Hell, use me to cook you dinner or take you to a movie. I don't care.I am all about the experience and if I don't want to do it I wont play along unless I really like you.That said, don't waste your time trying to get back at an ex by parading me around as your new, better than the last dude, piece of

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For those that know me, I don't sleep a lot. I stay up late and start early in the morning.Most people will spend about one third or more of their life asleep, for me I think it will be less than a quarter. Granted it is probably not healthy but that is a whole other issue.Despite this I love a good bed. The mattress on my workbench is one of my most indulgent purchases and I smile every time

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It is after 3:30am and I am feeling it in all the right places.The big trip away was a pain in the ass. Sure it was fun at times but the weather was crap and the competition (not dancing) I was doing was adversely affected by it. The end result was a very expensive little jolly to drink beer, eat average food - read: crumbed and deep fried pig or chicken.The other problem was that it also

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Been to busy to post of late, slack I know but hey, whay can you do?Just getting on yet another plane to go somewhere cool.Life sucks. See you on the other side.

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Some would say it is necessary to be humble in victory.I think those are the same people who never win.Early last week my dance partner and I decided to enter a competition. We had to choose a song, choreograph some sort of routine to it and commit it to memory before what is now last night. I think we put in less than 8 hours work total.We are far from pro's at this and certainly have never

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Watching the Olympics the other day I was struck with curiosity about the medals being issued at the 2008 games.There is obviously a lot of importance attached to these items. On one had you have the recipients who have spent the best part of their life working towards the achievement, and on the other is the host nation who attempt to make a design that captures the event and the flavour of

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The Christian has been fed to the lions so we are back to our regular programming. It was my first break up via email which was right on par for her PDA scripted life. The weekend had gone swimmingly with dancing, dining and sexin without the sexin. If you know what I mean.. The wheels however started to fall of on Sunday morning right about the time she needed to be congregating. The plan had

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"We are not really right for each other." she said."I know that, but why do you think so?"She leaned forward and kissed me hard, fingers exploring my chest, twisting my right nipple into an explosion of hot pain. I sucked back a breath in surprise and she bit down on my lip in response making me gasp again.Is this for real I wondered?Straddling my lap she leaned back to reach for her purse. "I

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Wow, what a rush.So since this is me writing this post it is safe to say that I survived my adventures. it was great fun, worked with some amazing people, performed my role to perfection (even if I say so myself!) and the best part is, that while my part was a success, others were no so lucky which means I have to do it all again some day.I am excited about that and the idea of having a full

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I have been away and as much as I wanted to write before I left, I just plain ran out of time.But I am back...for a day or two. Then away again.Next week will see some challenges, a journey and adventure that dwarfs most of my others to date. The risks on this one are real and while not nervous I am aware that this is dangerous stuff.Those that know me for real will know where to look for the

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Why the fuck do people presume that because you are at a dance class that you have to dance with them?Folks there is a serious downside to this dancing caper and it is the scary and nasty nannas you can cop in a class rotation.I am sad to say that it is not all (but mostly) perky young fun out there.I got told off tonight buy this old cow because I stepped out at the end of a class for a much

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This is an intermission in the preceding story. Other stuff has just happened that I am too excited about not to have a moment of grinning.Those of you who read here know I love my dancing - Yada, yada, yada.Well I have started competing and tonight just gone was a pretty major event. I was feeling under prepared but ready to have fun.Obviously we were better prepared than I thought, well that

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Antagonising the deeply faithful seems to have become a wicked little past time of mine.Now before I get onto the meat of this story I need to take confession. If that last line does not give it away, I am indeed by baptism a child of the Catholic church.I had the dubious joy of attending a Catholic school and even spent a few early years of that time under the brutal rule of the "Brothers".My

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You know when you do something against your better judgement and the result equals your worst nightmare?You know you should not be surprised or disappointed but you are and can't help it.You hang your head in shame at your stupidity at being duped.Well, that is how I feel after shelling out the clams to see Indiana Jones and the kingdom of the crystal skull.The reviews were ok, even enthusiastic

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I have gone a bit dance crazy of late with upwards of 12 hours a week spent pushing myself around the floor in classes, training for a routine, training for a competition and also a fair bit of good old social dancing.I am loving it and the ache in my feet, calves and knees is not about to slow me down.I am lucky to have some great friends and some wonderful ladies that are amazing to dance with

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I am, or should I say was, always pleased that there are very few things with buttons and software that could outsmart me.Today however I got publicly humiliated by my new mobile phone.Standing in the middle of a busy coffee shop waiting to order my lunch I hear the familiar ping of an inbound text message and the comforting vibration in my pocket.I was pretty chuffed, here was an excuse to pull

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I had an odd text message exchange yesterday with my dance partner."Hey, you wanna come to superdance with me tomorrow""I am working on Friday until 1:30 and WTF is superdance?""Cool, it opens at 2 - I was not going to spend all day there..""So what is it?""A shoe shop silly :)""WTF makes you think I want to go shoe shopping with you? I have never even gone shoe shopping with a GF before let

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As I crash onwards through this life my moral compass seems to have left me drifting in a sea of temptation and complications.With a smile and a flick of the eyes she said there was a line. She was not sure where the line was but we would know when we got to it.The story was the same as I have heard so often of late. He ignores me, I need more, I am as horny as all hell but he is always tired.

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With all the stuff I am out and about doing it takes a good show to get me to sit down and watch TV.Recently I got a tip off from a mate. It went something like this."It is a western with lots of swearing, but it is so well made and hard to describe...just trust me ok?"Now normally I expect this person to a be a little more articulate so I took the offered season one DVD's of Deadwood from him

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OK, time for a mini rant.First of all if you really want to easily offend, upset or risk someone looking everywhere else to buy stuff rather than deal with you then do the following;Today a rep turned up at my office to press the flesh, make sure we were happy with the service, show us some new products blah, blah, blah.I realise that this is what they do but seriously, he had nothing new product

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Go away now. Come here!To say I am confused is an understatement but then again when have we ever really understood this shit?The plan was simple, head north for some sun, water, kite boarding and fun.There were no ulterior motives, no need for romps of a sexual nature. Indeed no desire other than the desire to nail new moves on the board, spare my liver a total trauma and avoid complications

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I have things to say and not the time to write them.I have things to do but not enough hours to do them all.I have a blog that needs love and attention but not the motivation to give it the care it needs. For now.Though technically summer has passed, I am busy wringing the last bits of warmth from the sun and water before the cool settles in for real.When googling for an image of Apollo, Ra,

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Yes folks, I am back and survived the big cats and charging bull elephants. I have a nice big tan rug with teeth for the front of the fire place and a fantastic little elephants foot to put my umbrellas in at the front door.But that is not why I am writing today. It seemed that lions, leopards and hippo were the least threatening creatures in the wilds of Kenya.No, it was a crazy German woman

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What moron designed Dubai airport? Please stand up so I can kick your sorry arse.It seems that Dubai has a mandatory minimum transit time of about four hours which means that the terminal is packed to the rafters with smelly, grumpy and worn out travellers who only want two things.1) to get on with their trip as soon as they can.2) somewhere to sit until number 1 happens.As a structure it has

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Ok kids. I'm orf!I have the mandatory Wilbur Smith novel in hand, my pith hat on my head and I am heading into deepest darkest Africa for a jolly.As Captain Oats said to Scott - I may be away some time...Have fun and if I survive I may bore you with a slide show on my return.

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No, I have not flashed my bits to paparazzi, no I am not cruising around town with an unsecured toddler.I have been attempting to break bits of my body in the pursuit of happiness.Well that is a bit melodramatic but I am a boy and by all accounts we don't do pain and suffering very well.With summer technically drawing to a close it was with a rush of blood to the head that I hit the water

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My feet are bound tight in my Bloch jazz trainers, a bead of sweat is swelling on my brow while another two chase each other down the small of my back.Head thrown back, the water feels like it is being injected into my veins as soon as it hits the back of my dry throat; a cool wave of hydration that rolls and crashes over my body from under the skin.I don't think I have drunk so much and pissed

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I feel happy. I feel sore. I feel tired.Saturday was an annual fancy dress party at a good friends place. They have the sort of parties that everyone looks forward to. Great music, always themed and well attended. They have a survivors book that you only get to sign if you survive until sunrise.Need I explain further why I am tired?This party was a uniform party. We had all the French maids

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Sometimes I surprise myself.Tonight I had a night in. No sailing or dancing for me.While relaxing in front of the idiot box I stumbled onto a documentary on the ABC, In the company of actors.It was a behind-the-scenes look at the creation of the New York production of Andrew Upton's Hedda Gabler starring Cate Blanchett and Hugo Weaving.Back in 2004 I had the amazing pleasure of seeing the

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Sorry folks, I am officially a slack bastard. While visiting you all and even slipping in the odd comment here and there, I have sadly forgotten to update my own blog with the promised sequel to the last adventure.I have however finally replied to the comments on the last post so apologies for ignoring you all.It is on it's way but I just have not had time to give it the attention it

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The anticipation was too much, waiting for Christmas day to arrive was never going to happen. After all, some presents are never meant to be opened in front of grandma and the kids.I had been bouncing from blog to blog, comment to commenter when I landed on a discussion about glass dildos. Hours of research later and just a little bit of self relief later I had made a purchase for a special

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As we crossed the finish line the air of excitement and colour rushed out to meet us.The salt and sweat of the past four days washed away in a moment of realisation that we had done it, finished this great race and better than that we had done ok.Friends and family were on the edge of the docks as we slid into Constitution dock, still coiling sheets and flaking sails. The work far from done.The

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The past few weeks have provided a fair bit of blog fodder so sit back and enjoy as I try to weave you through the adventures one post at a time. The race;Pre-start games in the 2007 Rolex Sydney to HobartWhat can I say. Perfect conditions and a fair sea do not make for an easy race despite what the media will tell you. It is almost the opposite in some ways because you have to push the yachts

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Have fun you funky people......I ran out of time for a proper post and now I'm going sailing.For anyone interested in following the race, go to the Rolex Sydney Hobart website for the live tracker.Back in a few weeks to take on 2008!Cya

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So this is it kids, last day of work before the real hard yakka starts.A smart person would have been banking sleep like it was gold but not me, I seem to have been burning both ends of the candle for a few months now and it is only going to get worse for a few weeks yet.Come December 26th, I will be off on an adventure, sailing in the Sydney Hobart yacht race.We are just starting to get a

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Ok folks, make sure you're home alone for this one. I have another anonymous guest post for you. This saucy email came my way from a lady with a thing for the scent of a man.I can only hope that the author intends on making contact again to organise a painting lesson for me. Enjoy!He was feeling naughty after I licked the back of his knees, so I decided to tie him, naked and spread-eagled, to

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I am always amazed and intrigued by the world we live in and the people that fill it.I am not going to go into too much detail as to how I found this, except to say it was the typical happy trail of blog to comment to blog to comment to oh my gawd!!!!For those with a short attention span, the kinks (my typo...) are at the end of this post.A while back I had some laughs about my testing of the

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Anti-social freakA mate was telling me about how he and his wife play scrabble on the Internet via fartbook. He may be in his office and she might be down stairs watching TV or making dinner. They will call to each other to hurry up or that it is their move. Sometimes they will take turns from the same laptop and will log out, pass the laptop over to the other person, login and play a move,

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I have been outed folks so it is time for that post...That person has been very cool but this post is for others that may follow and to spell out my own thoughts on the subject.Blogs are interesting things, if you are reading this then you probably already have that figured out or have been pointed here by someone who stopped reading before the end of this post.Some bloggers are just out there,

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Time for me to fess up. I am not a big drinker. I like to be in control.A few nights ago I was not in control and shit happened. Lots of naughty but cool shit. I think I need to drink more often.A few posts back I mentioned a drinking and dancing session with some Polish and Ukrainian people. It was good fun, it was mostly under control and I came to learn that a girl there I liked the look

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I live on a busy road. On any given day there is a metric tonne of traffic flowing past and while I sure would not want to have small kids zipping around here on bikes, I can live with the nose.What I am struggling with are the pricks that chuck rubbish out of their cars as they drive along. Nearly every day when collecting the mail I will pick up various drink bottles, fucking MacDonalds

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There is nothing sexier than a pair of pants with something to say.I am not sure if it was an early exposure to a Jane Fonda aerobics video or just growing up in the 80's where lycra and leg warmers were the go but I have been warped into an appreciation of the mumble pants and that much maligned camel toe.For years, guys who were growers rather than showers have been resorting to the old sock in

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I consider myself a pretty lucky guy.I get to travel a fair bit and while it is technically work, it is really play on a grand scale.As I type this I am sitting in a funy little internet cafe booth in Japan. The booth is about 9 feet long by 3 feet wide and has the generic Dell computer, a TV and a funny little chair that has no legs. I am sitting on the floor in my socks as is the custom.I

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Yep, I am packing my bags and flying away. I will attempt to post while away but things may be a bit sparse over the coming weeks.With some luck I will come back with fantastic tales of sex in exotic places or with exotic people. At the very least I hope to be able to tell you about having sex with exotic parts of people...In the mean time, I have been tagged by Phish to do one of these things

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Ok, this is a little bit of a lame post but hey, this made me laugh.Life is good. Hope yours is too!

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A covering note by Josh...Wow, now this is interesting. My first post by a guest. I am not sure why I have been chosen for this honour but I will take it because I have been too pre-occupied to be creative.So the background story is this. I got an email from a reader who had a story bursting to be told but too many real life visitors on his own blog and a kick arse case of shyness. So he

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So I have been a bit distant, not as online as I want to be. Sorry.Unfortunately it is not because I have discovered the love of my life and been busy shagging in the glow of a plasma heightened environment. No, sad to say, much more mundane than that.For me it is that time of year where I am called to travel to distant shores and exotic cultures to play games of skill for buckets of gold.

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"Give it to me.....quick, I want to see it go in..." she panted.She handed me the camera, the video lead snaked across my leg as I thrust it between us, aiming it at her snatch.Around us the images glowed on the tv screens, every where we looked we could see us, it was like mirrors on steroids. Surrounded by porn stars that were us. Unlike mirrors though we were not looking back at ourselves,

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Ciao Miss Smack. It is sad to see you go under these circumstances.Don't be a stranger, it always made me smile when I saw your eyes in my comments section.I hope I get to hear one more saucy tale from your keyboard some time in the future.Have fun out there in the real world!UPDATE: After a special request from Kitty, we now have rushed our hordes of under paid illegal immigrant workers into

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It was only a handful of whispered words but they had me hard in an instant. "I want to taste you.."There was only one problem, we were sharing the room with four other people and no one was very far away. How to do this quietly? What seemed like a fun idea, a group of friends and a party room was suddenly cramping our style. Funny how some times you are not thinking straight when planning a

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Recently I was having a conversation with a friend and we got onto one of my favourite subjects, me and what makes me, me.She was curious as to why I often tread softly with other peoples feelings, why I don't just jump in with both feet at the first sign of an invitation and yet charge through other aspects of life like a bull in a china shop, competing and enjoying every moment like is my first

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Now this is not about nine minutes in the sack with me...No, this about the boys from the Chasers War on Everything.If you missed the show or the numerous stories about their antics at the recent APEC (or was that OPEC?) meeting then some kind netizine has put it on Youtube for our viewing pleasure.Thanks boys, I have never laughed so hard when I really should have been crying over the wasted

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Some things get to me. I have to admit that a well told story or film can make me go a big rubbery one. I don't like to see people suffer and even when on the outside looking in I still get caught up in the moment.Amazingly this weekend I have just finished a book that I would put at the top of the heap and seen a film that got me too.The time travellers wife by Audrey Niffenegger is at it's

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Ok, I got bored with the climbing photo for my profile.I have to admit I am not the climbing hero I used to be (was I ever??) so I have updated my self image to some smooth dude with a quiff that would put Elvis to shame.Apologies to the cool cartoonist I stole this from, but that is what you get for drawing me when I am looking the other way.I thought about using the sock monkey but the little

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Here you go, a story to brighten your day...or not.There is a lady I know, an attractive and interesting lady that I have been flirting with for some time. We laugh, we make jokes and we blush when we hold eye contact for just a little too long. We dance together like long lost lovers.It is good fun but I have not taken it anywhere because I am a silly boy and I have been wary of breaking

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Thanks to seeing the idea over at Phishez blog, I have taken the time to do this little dating persona test over at www.okcupid.comWhat can I say to this...you gals tell me. I'm off to buy a red velvet smoking jacket and a jumbo box of condoms while I wait for your phone calls!Your results are in! JoshCalvert, you are...The PlayboyRandom Gentle Sex Master (RGSM)Clean. Smooth. Successful. You're

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I was looking through the dictionary the other day and found an enlightening entry that got me thinking.MILF, Acronym; Mothers I'd Like to Fuck - see Stiffler's mom. A teenage fantasy made famous by the film American Pie and any number of online B grade porn sites.I kept looking for the next entry that I was surprised was not there. MINF, the Mothers I'd Never Fuck.Now obviously outside of

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Sitting at home alone on this Friday night, I am forced to think about why I am here, alone. I have to admit that I have been shaken by a recent post by Steph over at much Ado and even more so by the comments she has received. It has made me wonder about the scum out there and how lucky I am to have never experienced that sort of hurt, and certainly happy to have never caused it. It has however

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Being a single bloke, you end up with spare time on occasion.Now this is a dangerous thing. It normally results in one of a few things such as antisocial nerdy time on the old computer, skimming blogs for nudie bits, masturbation when good nudie bits are found, trying to figure out where you can buy a PS3 or Xbox at 2am, more masturbation, re-reading all the posts from Steph about her BOBs,

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Long standing friends are always fun to share a meal with - especially when it has been a while since you've had face to face contact.Tonight I had a little BBQ to welcome back a couple who have moved to the UK. They are on holidays for a week or two to show off their new baby to family and friends back here in Sydney.There were another two old friends that came along too. I had not seen any of

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First to some business! Boys, get your cocks out on the Penis Secret page! There is only two there and you've gotta give the girls something to look at after the nice job they are doing on Miss Smacks page! I've done my bit so get on with it!Some things in life are very special. Dancing is one of them.Now I could be talking about the horizontal mambo here but that is a slightly different

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So a friend was recently telling me a little story about a physio session that turned into something else all together. Seems that a little inner thigh rub got upgraded to a full chow down on the cha-cha.It got me thinking. Actually it got me hard which then got me thinking...Earlier tonight I was wandering around the local shopping centre with the image in my head of her lying back on the

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Well after a quick pointer from the lovely Miss Smack, I have added a "Blogged in Australia" banner to my page.I also had a moment of inspiration with Photoshop and wasted some work time adjusting my title bar to better reflect me. The monkey jumped out of my head for a quick photo opportunity so you could all meet him face to face too.Got to love sock monkeys with attitude!Before you ask, no

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I have a technical question....Some time back I stumbled over this post from Phish about her penis secret project. Fantastic idea. I have to say that the concept really tickled my fancy - literally. Unfortunately it seems to have been under subscribed or Phish is keeping the pics to herself. Now not that I want to go looking at cocks, but if I was going to put in an entry it would be fun to

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Inspired by some writing by Phish and Miss Smack I have decided to turn a lonely Sunday night at home into a trip down smut lane.A friend of mine once proclaimed that if you apply enough heat any chick will bend. You see she was a very unique friend to have, a very attractive girl that was into girls.For the time we were in contact she had been the perfect drinking partner. No tension, no

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I am a film buff. I love well made films, stories and concepts well written and transferred to celluloid or the digital equivalent.I have just finished watching The Number 23 with Jim Carey. Now Jim has done some shit films but he has also done a couple of great ones. Fortunately he seems to be in the position now of choosing his roles carefully and it is paying off. This is a dark little film

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What is it with fake tits? GF5 of mine had 'em and I have to say that apart from a nice shape they actually worried me as much as they turned me on.I am not a big tit sort of guy, give me small perky boobs any day of the week - today for example would be great! Hers were not stupid big porn star boobs, they were cute little handfuls that she had done when she was about 18.Apparently she had

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I have been stalking various blogs for some time now but have never got around to actually kicking my own one off until tonight.I had always figured that there were already enough self absorbed and witty individuals out there in the interweb to not really need the misspelt obscenities of one more. Then I thought fuck it. I am going to vent in this space when ever I feel like it.If it gets read

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