Sex on The Run

Having sex while driving down a highway at 60 miles per hour is not an offence in Germany. But if you hit something, make sure you don't run off.A Cologne court fined a man who admitted he was having sex with a blonde hitchhiker sitting astride him when he drove his car into a road sign. But only because he fled the scene of the accident with his naked accomplice."The man was convicted of hit-and-run and sentenced to a fine of 600 euros," court spokesman Juergen Mannebeck said on Tuesday. "It's hard to believe but in fact no law was broken with the intercourse on the motorway. It's a situation lawmakers never thought about."The 23-year-old man, who was tracked down through the car's registration, was also ordered to pay 400 euros to repair the sign. He did not know the name of the woman who left her clothes behind in the car. First of all, he had a hitchhiker putting out for him. That means he probably had a "Gas, Grass or Ass, no one rides for free" sticker on his car, and this chick took it seriously...does this happen a lot in Germany?Second of all, the cop said, "That's ok, just report your accidents. Get you some!" and probably gave him devil horns, and said "Rock!" afterwards, or something.Third, they have a lot of fucking good beer.

Busty toons

No, I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere... Alright, alright I have to apologize for the lack of posts. I have been busy, getting a new car, new job, and moving into a new apartment. All without an internet connection. So, it'll be sparse here, as I wander the lands searching for a computer with an internet connection. Currently, I am using my parents computer, looking at busty cartoon porn, and watching an old broadcast of Barry Goldwater's nomination speech...pfff...Barry Goldwater... Anyway, I just got my own apartment....by myself....alone. I'm pretty, stoked, I will now be able to spend my weekends getting drunk, smoking whatever I want (paprika!!!), and watch porn and/or cartoons and/or girls volleyball, all with my penis exposed. Life will be good, just the way I want it....aaaahhhh.

Casida of the Boy Wounded by the Water

I want to go down to the well,I want to go up the walls of Granada,to watch the heart pierced throughby the dark thrust of water.The wounded boy was moaningunder his crown of rime.Pools, cisterns, fountainsraised their swords to the wind.What a fury of love, what a wounding edge,such nocturnal murmurs, such a white death!Such deserts of light were crumblingthe sands of dawn!The boy was alone,the city asleep in his throat.A water spout out of his dreamswards off the hungry algae.The boy and his agony, face to face,were two green rains enlaced.The boy stretched out on the ground,and his agony bent over.I want to go down to the well,I want to die my own death, by mouthfuls,I want to stuff my heart with moss,to watch the boy wounded by the water.

Hundreds of Battle Flags

And I saw askant the armies,I saw as in noiseless dreams hundreds of battle-flags,Borne through the smoke of battles and pierc'd with missiles I saw them,And carried hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody,And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)And the staffs all splinter'd and broken.I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them,And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them,I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the warBut I saw they were not as was thought,They themselves were fully at rest, they suffer'd not,The living remain'd and suffer'd, the mother suffer'd,And the wife and the child and the musing comrade suffer'dAnd the armies that remain'd suffer'd.