filth! debauchery!

yo, my peeps. i have not forsaken you. nay, i have not forgotten my promise to tell you a dirty, dirty joke.

the joke i want to tell (and it's not that filthy, but it's inappropriate) is in the works. i'm rewriting it so the protagonist is gayboy. (give me shit later, gb. i hope your loverboy reads it.)

but in the meantime:

this was told to me by an 82-yr-old woman customer when i worked in my first photo lab. she rocked. we had cookies on the counter and she stayed and talked to us for nearly an hour one slow friday night. this is the one thing i really remember, that and she kept encouraging us to live "exciting, spicy lives--you're young!"

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the joke:

there are three stages of sex in a marriage.

the first is called "house sex." this is when you first marry and you're blissfully in love, and horny as can be, and you have sex in every room of the house, all the time.

the second phase is called "room sex." this is when the marriage is still fairly solid but the sex life has ebbed into something a little more routine. now, you still have sex, but only in your bed, in your room.

the third phace is called "hall sex." this is when the marriage has aged about seven years and the closest you get to having sex is muttering "fuck you" when you pass each other in the hall.

(i am single, hear me roar. ps: that other joke is about 4-5 times as long as this, so... yes, i'll get to it.)

and this was a photo i took a few days ago and forgot about until today. it's a great blue heron with the city in the background. this is taken from the point grey foreshore, home to the city's affluent with million-plus homes (but all public beaches. Gotta love a city concerned about the electorate, eh?)