and what do we do with it?
That’s right. We use it to put YouTube videos in our blogs instead of writing something.
Here’s a classic from the WaybackMachine.
Category Archives: Sex
Operation Global Media Domination: operation indemnification
Look, people, it’s FAKE. It’s not her. Now will you please either go away or read more posts on the blog?
Seriously, 960 hits yesterday, 998 hits the day before, just through searches for “Britney Spears Sex Tape” for which it appears I google rather highly (higher, indeed, than my sources).
Too bad posts tagged “Porn” don’t get counted in Top Posts; I’d own that damn list. Also: innnnnneresting that men surf for porn more on long weekends. Must be spending all that time with the family that does it!
My hits overall are up, but the fact is these literal wankers are not hanging around to contribute to the kaliedoscope of wonderment that is the ol’ raincoaster blog, nossir; they are wimping out limping out and backing out and going back to, presumably, their mothers’ basements to assuage their undying existential pain by giving it up the butt to their stuffed Wookiee yet another bleak and pointless night.
I get the sense they’re not really Digging me! Submit to raincoaster!!! If you do, she might just find a way to give you control of Britney Spears’ Sex Tape after all!
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socks for sex: the secret to satisfaction
O rly?
Well, maybe just for British people.
BBC caption: Genuine orgasm: less brain actvity
raincoaster caption: no shit, Sherlock.
The BBC reports on a fascinating study of sexual satisfaction, deception, and big, ugly brain scans. With socks.
This is the pinnacle of every nerd’s erotic dreamland, isn’t it?
When they gave the couples socks to wear, about 80% of the couples were able to achieve orgasm compared with 50% previously in this staged environment.
So, that’s the secret of sex, is it?
Not so fast: what the researchers were actually researching was the differences in brain activation between fake and real female orgasms. And they found out how to tell the two brain scans apart. So, now you’ll always know if she’s faking.
Supah; there’s absolutely no market for this information, is there? Think about it.
Here’s a hint: if you force her to hook up to a big brain scanner prior to having sex, she’s never gonna have a real orgasm, no matter how many socks you put on her.
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photoshop challenge: things on my sleeping Jakeypoo
Stole this one from Defamer, who stole the pic from Towelroad. Take this adorable picture of Cute Overload-level scrumptious sweetie Jake Gyllenhaal napping on a train and use your lolgoth-honed skillz to photoshop additional and preferably amusing things to it.
The #1 thing I’d want to put on Jakeypoo is, of course, myself, but that might startle the poor lad into wakefulness. Them tentacles is a-cold!
Let’s see what ya got. Because you can’t post images in comments, drop a link to the sordid product of your twisted desires and we shall happily post it here, properly blam- Attributed! As always, the prize is eternal raincoastery glory in all its tentacled fabulousness, rather than, say, cash or actual proximity to said Jakeypoo.
He’s mine, he is!
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the greatest musical mashup in the history of history: Come Closer Together: the Beatles and Nine Inch Nails
Yeah, the slideshow’s not much, but teh mooozik is teh ossum!
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