Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Tom the Turkey


Tom the turkey was drinking beers with one of his buddies.

"You know how a female dog is called a bitch?" he said. "Did you know a female turkey is also called a bitch?"

"They are? That's news to me, man."

"Yeah? Well …" Tom downed the rest of his beer. "… I guess that shows you've never been married to one of 'em."


-Harlowe Pilgrim


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A Thanksgiving misunderstanding


"Oh dear God! James! What are you doing to the turkey?"

"Just what you said, Pa. You said to go out behind the barn, and …"

"PLUCK the turkey, James! I said PLUCK the turkey!"


-Harlowe Pilgrim


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Saturday, November 10, 2012

Big Dick's Love Gloves



Big Dick is a porn star.


You know how he got his nickname?


Well, his name is Richard. And he's un-small.


They also call him Thick Dick.


'Cause he ain't so bright.


Which must be why LA County, CA has passed a law mandating condoms for porn stars, and requiring a permit to film sex scenes.


Obviously, the voters have determined that the porn industry can't take care of itself. Like everyone else these days, these poor bastards are in for some Big Brother-ly oversight.


Which kind of makes sense. Who's got more experience screwing people than the government?


I guess nothing's sacred anymore—not even dirty movies.


I'm sure (or rather, I hope) the law spells out clearly the difference between a porn shoot and a regular … shoot. We don't need the condom constables knocking the bedroom door down and asking us for our permit.


"A permit? I barely even have consent, officer …"


"Hold your rubbers up where we can see them, hard-on!"


"What are you going to do, haul us away? We're already handcuffed."


"I guess we'll have to finish up in jail, honey. No, not with each other. Sorry."


But since the new rules are supposed to be in the interest of safety, we should probably embrace them. Except that, once The Man starts regulating, he always ends up piling on more rules. So today, it's condoms and permits. Tomorrow, it'll be lots of other stuff.


Stuff like:


Artificial tans. We'll want to keep those cones a nice, bright, safety orange.


Back up alarms. Can't have those big-backsided babes running over their fellow porn stars.


Hardhats. You never know when someone's going to drop a heavy load on your head. (The only problem with hardhat sex is the noise; what's the sound of two turtles fucking?)


Open up wide for some internal lighting. It's not safe to work in dark holes, and they're not going to be allowed on the jobsite.


Safety shoes, to be worn at all times. All those spiked heels are going to put somebody's eye out.


Protective eyewear. Got to keep the peepers safe from all the squirting stuff and flying fur.


Mandatory drug and alcohol testing. This is self-explanatory, considering all the heavy machinery being operated; one false move, and … well, you can imagine.


And not to mention, absolutely no more power tools being used under wet conditions. This may be unrealistic, but what can I say? Just keep the wet-vac handy, I guess.


All because safety is (blow)job #1!


Don't forget the biggest problem with mandatory condoms: what about all the money shots? Are we looking at a future of cream pies made from real cream pies? As in, dessert?


And the potential for men to also fake orgasms?


I shudder to think of it. What is this world coming to?


-Harlowe Pilgrim


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Turkey Bakin'

"Hey―what are you doing in here?"

"A little steamin', a little boilin', a little bakin'…"

"Um … I'm afraid I don't understand."

I'm fixing Thanksgiving dinner."

"You are? But …you're a turkey."

"Yes sir, I am indeed."

"So … what's for dinner? Not a …"

"Turkey? Oh no, of course not. We're having chicken."

"Chicken? Who the Hell ever heard of chicken for Thanksgiving?"

"You have, now. And frankly, I don't give a shit—on Thanksgiving, it's every bird for them-fuckin'-selves!"


-Harlowe Pilgrim


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Pokin' and Prayin' Pilgrims


"What's the huge smile on your face for?" said one Pilgrim girl to the other. "All these chores we have to do?"

"No, silly. On the way here, Nethaniel stopped me, and took me into the woods. He absolutely ravaged meit was wonderful."

"Oh well I'm sure our religion doesn't tolerate that. I sure hope you don't burn in Hell for it."


"Aw, don't be silly. It was just like church; we prayed the entire time."


"You did?"

"We sure did. I kept saying 'Oh God' , and he kept saying 'Oh God' "


-Harlowe Pilgrim


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Friday, November 9, 2012

Mom sure loves cooking


Johnny's mother was preparing a big Thanksgiving feast, and all the guests arrived at the same time.

He greeted them at the door. "Happy Thanksgiving," he said.

"Happy Thanksgiving," they replied.

"Where's your mom?" one of them asked.

"In the kitchen sucking off the turkey."

"She's what?"

"You know, with the baster thing. It sucks off the juice, and squirts it all over?"


-Harlowe Pilgrim


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Saturday, November 3, 2012

Pop Goes the Virginity Auction


So let me get this straight … if I sell myself for sex, that makes me a whore—but if a twenty-year-old Brazilian girl auctions off her virginity, that makes her some kind of a hero?

Not that I can auction off my virginity; it's way too late for that (thankfully). Although I suppose, despite all the witnesses, I could try and lie about it.

Which is something the (so far) anonymous winning bidder of this virginity auction should watch out for. I'm just saying, better have the goods inspected before you hand over that $780,000 check, mate.

You read me right: $780,000 is the reported amount of the winning bid.

As a matter of fact, I think I'd check out the goods myself. At $780,000 a pop, virgins don't come cheap nowadays.

Once you get up off the floor, lets kick around some other things your $780,000 would buy you:

  • Enough gasoline to drive the wheels off your smart car
  • So many trips to Disney World you'll be Goofy
  • At least two private concerts with the washed up musical act of your choosing
  • One trip to Las Vegas (cocaine fueled sex parties included)
  • Sex with about 78,000 ten-dollar hookers
  • Sex with at least 3,900 already de-flowered (but perfectly nice) girls.*
*I assumed a date would be required prior to most hook-ups

So as a value (not values) proposition, I'm not so sure this deal measures up for the buyer. But it's reported that he's a Japanese dudeand in Japan, they pay this much for a tuna fish. So if you think of it that way, maybe it's not so far out of line after all.

I guess there's something to be said for eating your tuna, and having it too.

Still, it sure is a lot of dough for a dip in the juice—especially when you factor in her lack of experience. But what if she's worth even more once she gets some experience below her belt?

Which begs the question everyone is asking: how much for sloppy seconds?

The bidding starts now.

-Harlowe Pilgrim

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