Deep thoughts

I was reading a magazine while getting a haircut yesterday when I came across this bizarre article about a guy who liked sex “not normally admitted to by heterosexual males.” Hmmmm! What actually caught my eye was the pic of some faceless studmuffin in nothing but a pair of hiphugging tighty-whities facing a girl, looking slightly perturbed, sitting on a bed. I should have stopped there and moved on to celebrity news, but I didn’t. Instead I got such a case of the wtfs I couldn’t stop giggling: Turns out the guy in question likes to be taken up the pooper by a woman wearing a strap-on.

Taken up the pooper by a woman wearing a strap-on. Dude, wuh? Taken up the pooper. By a woman. Wearing a strap-on.

OK, time out.

Jeebus, I’m no prude, but what kind of ahole (sorry) admits to this? If somebody told me that I’d run away screaming. Or laughing my ass off after kicking him in the nads. Or beating him about the head with said strap-on. Oh, and the chick who wrote this thing actually bought one and bunged the fellow after he called her an incurious philistine or words to that effect. What’s next, having her shoot gerbils into his choco-tube using an ass-bazooka? Firing bratwursts up the rectum with a tiny trebuchet? Playing a crusty, peg-legged old sea cap’n to his waifish young cabin-boy (visions of Family Guy’s “prostate exam” episode…)?

Yeah, I’m still giggling. Just thought I’d share.