The sushi’s point of view in a Japanese mall. Random and charming. You can see the difference made by a more upscale sushi locale here.
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Category Archives: Singles
the most 80’s music video of all time?
You tell me. Presenting Pat and Mick, of whom I have never heard, performing their apparent non-hit I Haven’t Stopped Dancing Yet. Note omnipresent ambiguous, yet powerful, sexuality, along with the presence of two Robert Palmer dancers, a great number of apparently gay boys with great asses and pleated pants, and perhaps the most heinous unironic mullet I’ve ever seen. As one of the commenters said, “Looks like an Afghan Hound trying to have sex with a Geography Teacher.”
The only real competition for this title that I can see is this classic. We are strong, dammit, and we have fabulous accessories!
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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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emo loser: the corruption of an innocent
Not since Will Ferrell‘s heartbreaking portrait of a soused, abusive toddler landlord have we seen so wrenching a portrait of innocence lost. When the Dad has to bring up Nancy Reagan, you know it’s a desperate situation.
Just.
Say.
No.
To.
Emo.
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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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