Guess what you'll be doing 30 years from now?

Eating. You'll want teeth for that.Just experimenting with this here grafique. I was in Mexico recently and saw a sign for a luxury condo development that read Los Playos Conditos... Feel the Exclusivity. Cracked me up so I had to use it somehow.

Cialis ads

Really enjoying these. They're a nice showcase for some impressive Trent DILFers and MILFers. But that's not why I like them--no, I like the ads because of the equally impressive special effects. First shot of the ad you see a couple folding clothes in some dingy laundry room and then once it becomes boner-time (you know it's about to go down because they've brushed up against each other and lock eyes), their basement transforms into a verdant paradise with waterfalls and toucans. After their lovemaking, the couple is seen lounging in matching bathtubs on the beach.

Another funny thing about the ads is that once the couple enters their Shangri-la, they look directly into the camera and engage the viewer verbally. Even though they are only listing the warnings and side-effects, I find it highly erotique.

Greats ads. Very ripe for satire. If I were a pornographer, I'd produce a send-up of one of these in which the couple actually has sex in the ad while talking to the viewer. That'd be cool.

I feel good about myself

I've never been an assertive or confrontational person, but yesterday, I stepped up to the plate--big-time. The best thing was that it involved defending my daughter's honor. Here's how it went down: We walk into the park and I see him; I've heard about this bad apple from the mothers who frequent the park. He's brutish, loud, territorial; doesn't like to share. He starts running his mouth the moment we enter his make-believe cafe at the sandpit; She's (my daughter, he means) going to mess up my soup!, he says. He told me that she shouldn't be allowed in his cafe. I got right in this 5-year-old's face and told him to back off. Surprisingly, this jerk didn't say another word. No fear. That's my new mantra; and my new decal on the back of my truck. Now all you haters who called me a pussy want to retract that statement? Hah! Predictably silent. Who's the pussy now?

Funky Winkerbean

It's been a while, my friends. I've been in a funk is what it is. Hard to feel inspired while looking for a job and watching a toddler. What little extra time I have is spent looking for jizobs. But I do gots some stuff on tap that will be streeting soon--in the meantime, enjoy this inadvertent Uta Barth impression I snapped recently: