Tropic of Cancer...

March hath arrived.

Escaped February's clutches once more, this time without too much incident. Well...

There is the matter of a friend of mine in hospital for a deadly serious case of metastasized skin cancer that has laid him out in ICU due to a major blockage of his left lung. He originally went in because of serious chest pain and impending pneumonia, which required some minor heart surgery (if one can call ANY heart surgery minor) and while he was there, he was treated to a lovely surprise of the discovery of metastasized melanoma in his lung -- HOOORAAAAY for that! That's LOTS of fun!

He is currently off the ventilator and the feeding tube after a harrowing week in a medically-induced coma. They've started radiation treatment and it was pretty much not expected to survive to this point.

It sucks because Larry is a pretty awesome kind of guy. Good sense of humor and a fairly positive outlook on life. I know he has the strength to battle through this shit and defeat the odds. And the long term odds aren't all that cheerful.

So, I close this entry and shall start another because my prattling has a time and place and talking about a friend in serious trouble just isn't in the same league as my usual anti-February rant. For those who do so and are of a mindset to set aside a few moments of prayer or well wishes for a perfect stranger who's friend is most likely a perfect stranger to his readers, I would be most grateful.

May we find a cure to that fecking gobshite prat known as cancer and may we one day be able to liken it to a mild case of the sniffles, easily treated by some chicken soup and an aspirin in that happy future time in the future.

Porn Toys of the Third Reich - NSFW...

Was chatting with my best friend, who is also named Robert, earlier today and had probably one of the more hilarious and completely socially inappropriate conversations of the week. Robert, as I may have mentioned in the past, is a historian and shares the same demented sense of humor as I do.

We started off discussing the History Channel and how it used to focus primarily on World War II, specifically the forces of Germany, the Nazi Party and all things Hitler related. We thought it was a bit strange that we practically knew just about everything about the Fuhrer's breakfast choices, but little about how the German people had, uh, "special nighttime relations" in those days.

After a few comments on how Goering most likely enjoying being spanked while he wore adult diapers, we took it to a completely unnecessary level...



I won't lie to you folks, this entry is downright disgraceful, so read on if you dare and please don't do it at work.



12:25pmRobert
Hmmm, for their History of Sex series, we can have a show on Sex Toys of the Third Reich. "The U-Boat dildo was popular with many German women at the time..."

12:26pmMe
Although the wives of the elite preferred the "Blitzkreig Baby," which was created out of the same technology used by the Luftwaffe.

12:27pmRobert
LOL

12:27pmMe
A failed personal pleasure device was the Vag-2 rocket, which tended to explode when set to the maximum vibrating setting.

12:28pmRobert
I am almost crying with laughter!

12:28pmMe
Vag-2 Pocket Rocket sounds better.

Heh.

With the Vag-1 Buzzer, you were guaranteed to cry with pleasure, make no mistake.

12:29pmRobert
LOL

"The sales slogan was 'Show no mercy for your twat!'"

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I fear for the world if we ever decided to put our twisted brains to ill purposes...

Dr. P In London? It's More Likely Than You Think...

My esteemed colleague and friend, the honourable Dr. Pangloss (or my good buddy T as I call her) is currently in London for an extended stay. It's been her dream to go for several years and as of this Monday, it is now a reality!

So, feel free to stop by and read her adventures. Amusement, merriment and tons of neat stuff will most definitely ensue!

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