Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Sex is like riding a bicycle

"Sex is like riding a bicycle," so they say.

Maybe that's true.

There's the chafing, the cramping...

the scrapes and bruises, the helmet-hair...

...and sometimes when you're done, you feel like you need to convince yourself it was worth the effort.

"Phew! That was fun, huh? We should do that again."

5 Comments:

At 6:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

WTF? Not funny, just obtuese, which I cannot spell. Damn you.

 
At 5:39 AM, Blogger Changeseeker said...

uh...Anonymous...have you ever had sex?

 
At 2:54 AM, Blogger nostradumass said...

i don't understand any of your references except the helmet head one.

see, that's why i don't have sex--too vain! if i can't come out of a night of coitus looking and smelling like roses (don't ask about the "looking"), i want no part of it!!! dammmittt........

whiskey and typing make for innersting spellink.

 
At 5:57 PM, Blogger nostradumass said...

lousy crickets... chirp-chirp to you too...

 
At 6:22 PM, Blogger Ish said...

Sorry, the punch line came out at the same time the bartender decided to steam milk for espresso, so I missed it.

(Welcome to my nightmare)

 

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