Atari games versus Yeast Infection
The pre-birthday-mania caught me unaware at work, when i remembered it was time to go to yet another christmas market with ze colleagues, celebrating what had to come on saturday.
when i left the house around… somewhat sevenish in the morning, i saw this nice thing here:
it has been there for ages i think, but i never saw it before. it is right before the Rhiz Cafe. It was a nice sight, and the couch is still there, if someone needs one. i wouldnt take it, but you never know.
After work we headed over to the Museumsquartier to find some parking lots. what a useless thing to do, it was friday, it was past 5pm, and there were nearly as many cars there as people hurrying down the streets. We kinda lost each other, and i went into the museumsquartier to a) find a toilet b) find myself an appropriate birthday present. and guess what i found:
boy, was i happy. when walking outside and enjoying the climate of nostalgia in my brain i got distracted by a talk coming from two girls walking next to me. my smile somewhat merged into a stare and then a glare. they were discussing the yeast infection one of them had, due “the constant fucking, and that stupid fist fucking”. the Atari feeling was gone, and i tried to walk faster and try to focus on good Atari games again. didnt help though. my pre-birthday-happy-feeling was destroyed by a yeast infection caused by fist fucking of a girl probably way younger than she looked like. awesome.
The christmas market at Spitelberg was rather amusing. it was more crowded than the Rathaus one, but with may more different things offered. i got the vast IKEA feeling (buy things you certainly wont need in your whole life), but after one quick glance at the price i figured out it would be better to invest the money on Punsch. (the orange one was quite good). The evening ended rather fast, and i headed home.
another nice thing i got is:
coming straightly from the comic shop on the mariahilfer Strasse. whatever it is, it is kinda interesting - if not frightening. just as frightening as the dvds i went through.
those dvds, along with Miike Takeshi’s “audition” and other distractingly weird movies, did not only make me stop thinking about the girly conversation at the museumsquartier, but left me somewhat paranoid. of course, when youre paranoid, something has to happen. and suddenly it went “bling” and the light in my kitchen was gone. mind you, i need light in my appartment, and never having changed a lightbulb didnt really make me happy either.
i managed not to scream for help and felt proud as a god when there was light again.
all in all, the weekend was full of suprises, interesting things happening, and family re-unions. i sure like to hear the typical “when i was 22 years old, i already had a kid and was married! where is your boyfriend?” all weekend long.
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war audition der film wo die kleine (m
thats the movie.
is it a wonder that i unplugged my phone and will never ever use it again?
i sure as hell have serious nightmare problems now.
oddly enough, i never thought about this, but now that i read this story, i realised that i wouldn’t know how to say “fistfuck” in german. there’s “faust-fick(en)”, but would that really be the word the girly near the muqua used?
The fluffy creature is a Totoro, from Hayao Miyazaki’s animated movie ‘Totoro’, which I highly recommend to anyone. It has absolutely nothing to do with fist-fucking, yeast infections, or mutilated men in mail bags. (Check out http://www.nausicaa.net if you don’t believe me)
@ Nex:
she said something like “wegen dem dauernden ficken, und dann noch das hand ficken”. which of course could be a hand job for the guy as well. i wasnt feeling social enough to ask her what exactly she meant. i figured out it was fist fucking.
@ Jurie:
thank you for the link!
anyway. happy bday.
oh dear, i didn’t recognise that totoro … quite disfigured in comparison to the cute anime character.
anyway, daniela, my guess would be it was all about ordinary hand jobs, for _her_. oh well, sometimes in the heat of the moment it’s too much to ask, “sorry could you go wash your hands beore you touch that?” oh well, the girlies are way too sensitive. a penis is much more cleverly constructed; you can literally ram it into a heap of shit and nothing bad will happen. (no, i’m not drinking. yet.)
by the way, just out of curiosity, does anyone know where there’s a good place to buy dental dams in vienna? the dm type stores don’t seem to have them.
two sentences in a row starting with “oh well” — that’s what i get from not using the preview feature. and i haven’t even started with the vodka yet. oh well.
try that .. pinkish… weird… store called Bipa. they usually have more stuff than DM. or probably just the same, in another row.
Girls are not sensitve.
they just happen to get nasty yeast infections due handjobs.
GIRLS, MAKE THEM WASH THEIR HANDS OR USE A DILDO LIKE EVERY OTHER SELF RESPECTING WOMAN ON THIS PLANET.
okies, when i come past a bipa, i’ll have a look. not that it’s urgent in any way. and as a girl you can always buy XL condoms for cutting into rectangles anyway. but _i_ would never dare do that. i know perfectly well that there’s not one cashier who pays the least attention to what i buy, save for the barcode, but _in my head_, she looks at the XL tag on the package, then she looks at me, and her eyes say, “riiiiight. suuuuuure. OF COURSE.”
my psychoses aside, could you please clarify your advice? should girls make guys use a dildo instead of their fingers, or should a girl use a dildo instead of a guy? and what about fukuoku’s range of fine products?
if a guy does not wash his hands, who knows if he washes the rest of his body? eeeew. if a girl needs some good lovin’ and the men is as dirty as possible, she should rather use a dildo. that easy. sounds like a better way to get her off.