Photopost: Demotivational Sex

Here’s the promised set of ‘sexy’ demotivational posters.  I hope you enjoy them.  And I imagine you probably will since the number one search results that get me views here is Superman and Batman Yaoi.

First up we have a woman om, nom, nomming on some morning wood.

I like a woman who smiles at the taste of morning wood.

Is it just me, or is this seven-year-old kind of dressed like a whore?

Oh noes! It's President Teddy Rapesavelt.

I’d cast Magic Missile on her under armor…if y’know, I wasn’t married.

I'm not a nerd; I'm a level 12 Paladin!

And finally…

I'm not gay...I'm a Jiujitsu master!

Y’know, I think he likes it.


Decorated Anti-Christ…mas.

Kind of short (and a day and a half late, sorry) so I’ll give you a story about my Christmas Decorating prowess.  Now first let me take notice that I don’t celebrate Christmas.  I exchange gifts with people, because they get me gifts and I won’t let them give me one unless I give them something in return.  Believe me; I would prefer to not exchange gifts…I rarely get anything I want or can use from my fiancé’s grandparents, my own grandparents, or even much of my own extended family.

Add onto that the fact that I never get any leads on what they really want for themselves, I always just get a sheepish giggle and a shrug, “I dunno…what do ya wanna get me?”

I want to get you a hammer which snaps back and hits you in the face every time you swing it!

So needless to say, I never decorate for Christmas.  When I lived with my father we would put up a ‘tree’ the day after Thanksgiving.  It was a 4 inch tall ceramic tree that was painted to look like it was decorated with ornaments.

Now that I live elsewhere, I do even less.  My fiancé has talked about getting a tree, maybe some lights, and all of that fancy unnecessary stuff.  My reply to her was to remind her that I’d be the one putting them up and arranging them…

I rest my case.


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