My Views On Sex

by admin on February 7, 2010

So I’m going to talk about my views on sex. You might agree, you might disagree, you might be a virgin looking for some smooth sex pointers (always bite a girls nipples as hard as you can… they love that).

I wholeheartedly believe there are two kinds of sex. Both of them involve my penis and your vagina in various positions, but my take from personal experiences is, what dictates what kind of sex it is, is based on whether or not there are feelings involved.

Sex without feelings (one night stands, the drunk hook up, friends with benefits) is a party. I have a great time… you have a great time. If I don’t have a great time I won’t invite you over anymore. If you don’t have a great time you probably didn’t have sex with me… but if I didn’t hit it right, I’ll at least tell you some funny jokes and make you an omelet in the morning… though I wouldn’t expect you to call me again.

I’ve had plenty of emotionless sex and it has been a ball! I don’t buy you anything. I don’t know when your birthday is. I could careless what you want to name your kids one day. You just text me when you’re drunk and thinking about wrestling on my Ikea mattress, and I text you when I’m drunk and thinking about doing what bunnies do (just with a little more dirty talk). There is no connection whatsoever (at least for me) with this kind of sex. I don’t even remember some of the names of girls I’ve had sex with. Other girls I can only recall the nicknames I gave them before, during, or after (big titty Bahama girl, club 99 girl, and horny couch girl… can you guess with piece of furniture we had sex on?) Please don’t misjudge me saying I don’t know some girls names as a lame attempt to make myself seem like one mean MacDaddy (I’m Jewish, it’s impossible for us to be too cool, let alone a ‘MacDaddy’), I don’t know their names because there was nothing emotional attaching me to them. There was no mental bond between us. It was purely a physical act and that’s why I have no idea what their names are (I do remember what each of them look like naked… if that counts for anything).

Then there is sex with someone you have feelings for. Once again, I’m still penetrating you, but everything else is completely different. Undoubtedly, the best sex you’ll have happens in this situation… though it can take a little longer to get the mean pipe of the one night stand, as being with someone you are emotionally attached to leads to extreme self-consciousness and prohibits you from completely opening up (pun intended, if you’re a girl). You’re still doing what bunnies do, but after you’re comfortable with the person this has the possibility of being bunny sex, while eating a plate full of carrots. Who doesn’t want to eat a carrot while wrestling with a handsome-ass naked person? I do. I love carrots.

Now if emotional ties are present before sex, there’s a good chance those ties will strengthen during and after… unless of course you come to realize you aren’t sexually compatible. They say sex complicates things… not true. Bad sex complicates things. And if you’re looking to be in a relationship with someone, sex is just as important as personality and oral hygiene. For example, let’s say you’re dating a girl because she’s really pretty to look at and she always smells good, which a great, but she sucks in the sack. Do you know what’s going to happen six months down the line, after you get used to that pretty face and her girlish smells, you’re going to wind up fingering a co-worker at your holiday party. Why? Because you’re tired of the lame truffle shuffle and you want a girl that will punch you square in the face right as you climax. The girl from work… she’ll punch you. The girl at home… she’ll rub your cheeks gently. Who did you finger at the holiday party?

  • “Stay cautious of the flood, so I always lay the right pipe.” (Do you know what poet said that? It wasn’t Witman.)

I’m beginning to ramble and my interest in this topic is quickly fading, as the thought/act of making breakfast has begun to take precedence over all others activities. What I will try to sum up in conclusion is, sex can be a dance party or cool spinning classes. Dance parties are great and I suggest you get your ’stretch on’ before showing up, because you’re only there to dance… I don’t want to talk… just wanna tango. Cool spinning classes can be weekly/daily (depends on the girl) sessions where you get a good workout and after you get the hang of it, you can really enjoy the perks of riding ‘that fucking bike’ (pun intended whether you’re a guy or girl. Actually that was not a pun, just a dirty metaphor for sex and spinning).

Blah Blah Blah one night stand are tons of fun, I’ll give it to you good (or I’ll fall asleep), but I think that tantric budda sex happens once you’ve been with someone for sometime and know what makes their whistle blow.

I’ll blow your whistle real good (or I’ll fall asleep),

Daniel Dickey

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Who Came First, The Chicken Or The Egg?

by admin on February 3, 2010

As long as they both ended up cumming it’s allllllllll good.

Daniel Dickey

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To Shave Or Not To Shave

by admin on February 3, 2010

I’ve come to notice anyone I’m close with is usually very comfortable and open with me… sometimes a little more open than necessary. I was drawing a six pack on my stomach when I heard my phone ring.

  • Me: Yo
  • Friend: Yo
  • Me: What are you doing?
  • Friend: Shaving my dick.
  • Me: Oh, I didn’t know you grew hair on your dick.
  • Friend: I’m not shaving my actual dick.
  • Me: I said, “what are you doing?” you said, “shaving my dick.”, which would lead me to believe you were shaving your little penis.
  • Friend: Despite what you keep writing on my facebook wall, I have a nice long penis.
  • Me: Oh that’s cool. It must take you a nice long time to shave it then.
  • (He doesn’t respond)
  • Me: It’s really not that big of a deal. Wolfman grew hair on his dick and girls still liked him… well I think like one fat girl did. I didn’t finish the movie… all that hair really grossed me out.
  • Friend: Look, I was shaving my pubes.
  • Me: Really? I thought you would keep them. You know, have like a little lion’s mane. I think it would really give you a edge with the ladies.
  • Friend: What do you want from me?
  • Me: I don’t want anything, you called me. And now that I’m thinking about it, why would you call me while shaving you genitals? Were you trying to masturbate to my voice? Do you want me to moan for you?
  • Friend: I’m going to hang up on you.
  • Me: (moaning the words) Noooo. Don’t hang up on me. I want to talk to a man with a wild lion’s mane hugging his wiener.
  • (He hung up the phone)
  • Me: I guess he had to go finish shaving that monster cock… At least that’s what everyone will think when I post this on his facebook.

Update: He deleted it off his Facebook… so being a good friend I posted it on my blog.

Daniel Dickey

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Are You Going To Put This On Your Blog?

by admin on February 1, 2010

If I had a dollar for every time a girl asked me that I’d have like six dollars. Also, judging by that guys face he didn’t try/do anything worth blogging about (he probably has a blog about taxes). She needs to come hangout at my house… I’ll give her something blog worthy.

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Signs That You Drank Too Much

by admin on January 30, 2010

Eyes barely open, I turned my stiff neck in both directions, trying to get a grasp of where I was and maybe some answers as to how I got there. I was in the drivers seat of my father expedition.The air inside the SUV was stale and smelt of potato chips and vodka. My head pounded in pain as I tried to shield my ears from a car alarm barking loudly in the distance. How did I get here? I was in a shared Walmart/Steak n’ Shake parking lot. Judging from the sun and the amount of people out, it was defiantly not early morning. With my aching eyes I searched for water, as any moisture from my mouth was on my shirt in the form of drool. I looked to the passenger seat expecting to see Jt also drunk and covered in drool… he wasn’t there. I pressed my face against the drivers side window, in attempts to see if I had run him over… he wasn’t there either. I let out a drunk growl, “Jayyyyyteeeee”. From behind me I heard a bearish like moan. I turned to see Jt stretched out on the backseat. His shoes were off and he had a stack of newspapers covering his face.

  • Me: Yo, how did we get here?
  • Jt: (having trouble pulling the newspapers off of his face) Bro, I don’t even know where we are. Where are we?
  • Me: In a Walmart parking lot. What do you remember last?
  • Jt: I remember getting going to the barber shop and eating that chicken.
  • Me: Jt, that was three days ago.
  • Jt: Oh. Yeah. I don’t know then. What time is it?
  • Me: I can’t find our phones. I think it’s the afternoon though.
  • Jt: You were driving you don’t remember how we got here?
  • Me: I remember leaving the club, getting in the truck and then pulling over at a gas station so you could throw up.
  • Jt: I threw up?
  • Me: Ha yeah. I took a bunch of pictures. I might have recorded a video of it.
  • Jt: Why is it that whenever you come to Florida or I go to New York this happens?
  • Me: I don’t know. It feels like Ron Jeremy is sticking his dick in my brain right now… my head is killing me.
  • Jt: You think we’ve been sleeping here for a while?
  • Me: Yeah. You wanna eat Steak n’ Shake?
  • Jt: Yeah.

We both feel asleep in Steak n’ Shake and I threw up in the bathroom. The next 24 hours were spent recuperating. During my recovery bits and pieces of the night have come back to me.

  • Jt shot the owner of a the club for a magazine cover earlier that week and that’s how we got on the list for the grand opening.
  • We got all access passes and had all of our bottles comped (I kept telling people I was Carson Daily).
  • Our bottle service girl said we had a mutual friend and she reads my blog. I slapped her tush as I said, “you’re a smart smart girl.” She smiled.
  • We drank multiple bottles as I invited little ghetto girls up to VIP to dance on the sofa.
  • Jt’s phone died and he used my phone to get the numbers of the little ghetto girls (currently saved in my iPhone is, ’sweet pea the MIA dancer’ and ‘Lil Kay dat freak from Philly.’
  • I tried to steal some football players bottle of Patron… his posse saw me and almost killed me.
  • I poured orange juice on some fat girl that fell asleep on the sofa.
  • I laughed the at the fat girl.

That’s all I remember for now. I’m sure more will come back to me in the coming days.

Still dizzy,

Daniel Dickey

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Why I Won’t Be Ordering Cable

by admin on January 28, 2010

I’m very thankful my mother is a flight attendant, as it gives me the ability to fly wherever I want at the drop of a dime, and for less than the cab fare to the airport. Therefore whenever I have time off I fly home (South Florida) or to the homes of my various girlfriends across the country (I’m lying, I have no girlfriends across the country, but I do have a bunch of wig salesmen I plan to visit in Iowa). After a long night of drinking on Monday I decided I should fly home Tuesday evening and get some much needed love and care from my mother (again I am lying. I flew home to get a hair cut and start my rogaine treatment).

Since being here I’ve been able to eat several meals a day, as apposed to several meals a week, I’ve been working out in a gym where there’s need to worry about being stabbed over the 40lbs dumbbells, and I’ve had the opportunity to watch the 46in Samsung flat screen TV in my room. Remember I have not had or watched TV since moving to New York, almost two years ago (I do regularly download Lost and The Office and infomercials about growing hair). So turning on my pretty TV for the first time in years has exposed me to an whole new wave of wonderfully terrible programming.

What have I learned after two late night TV binges?

  • Unfortunately it wasn’t just rumors, Jersey Shore is actually a show in MTV.
  • A girl I used to talk to is on For The Love Of Ray J HAHAHAHA.
  • Though I still find her funny, Chelsea Handler’s face is starting to look like a old Louis Vuitton bag.
  • Everyone on TV has a full head of hair… except for the criminals and rapist of Cops and 48 hours (looks like my future in show business is going to go exactly like I planned).
  • I Shouldn’t Be Alive, on Animal Planet, is my new favorite show.
  • Simon Cowell’s man boobs (moobs) have grown to a full B/ small C cup.
  • I still get as scared watching X Files now as I did when I was seven.
  • Katy Perry is the newest proactive celebrity spokeswoman (I won’t say anything negative because she looks pretty cute in the commercial).
  • There’s a new reality show out about midgets who love pitbulls (might consider watching online, as I think there’s a good chance a pitbul might eat one of the midgets).
  • Everyone on Keeping up with the Kardashians, except for Kim, looks look a horse… an ugly ugly horse.

I don’t think I’ll be getting cable anytime soon,

Daniel Dickey

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Watch This Little Fatty Dance

by admin on January 27, 2010

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It’s things like this that really make life enjoyable.

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How To Tell Your Mother You’re Pregnant

by admin on January 24, 2010

It’s 6:30 in the morning. Unable to sleep, I reach for my phone and call my mother.

  • Mom: (barely enunciating) Hello?
  • Me: Mom!
  • Mom: Huh?
  • Me: Mom wake up!
  • Mom: (very groggy) I’m up. What time is it? Is everything ok?
  • Me: No. (In a whisper) I’m pregnant.
  • Mom: (still might be sleeping) What? What did you say?
  • Me: There’s no time for questions, I just wanted to say goodbye. I’m leaving the country.
  • Mom: (she has started to wake up and I can hear a slight sense of panic in her voice) Danny, what’s going on?
  • Me: It’s too late. I have some money in savings… like ten or twenty dollars. I want you to take it and buy yourself a nice dinner. Maybe do a little shopping at Costco.
  • Mom: What are you talking about?
  • Me: Mom… I’m pregnant.
  • Mom: (suddenly wide awake) Daniel! I I told you to use condoms. You’re such an idiot sometimes, you know that? An idiot! 23 years old and you get someone pregnant. Who is she?
  • Me: Mom I didn’t get anyone pregnant… I’m pregnant.
  • Mom: What?!
  • Me: I’ve been up all night. I feel like baby inside of me. It feels like it’s kicking me in the stomach with roller blades. I think it’s a boy.
  • Mom: Danny did you get someone pregnant?
  • Me: If by someone you mean someone other than me, then no. If by someone you mean me, then yes, I’m pregnant. I’m going to name him Jerry… after Ben and Jerry’s.
  • Mom: It’s probably gas. I told you to stop drinking all night and then binging on fast food. It’s not good for you. Just hold you knees to your chest, that should-
  • Me: Mom I’ve been on WebMD since 4:30 this morning, it’s for sure a baby. Either that or I have an ulcer.
  • Mom: Well you know I have an ulcer?
  • Me: Yes I know. That’s why I’m calling. I wanted to thank you for the terrible genes you have given me. First I start going bald four months ago and now I have an ulcer. You think you could have given me something that would have benefited me in life?
  • Mom: I did. I gave you your great looks, sense of humor and smarts.
  • Me: I got my sense of humor from dad.
  • Mom: Are you nuts? (I let out a loud scream.) What was that? Are you ok?
  • Me: Sorry the baby kicked. It doesn’t matter who I got it from, it’s all I have. Smarts aren’t getting me anywhere and once I’m bald whatever looks I might have had will be gone.
  • Mom: You’re not going bald. You’re very handsome.
  • Me: Everyone’s mother thinks their child is great looking.
  • Mom: That’s not true.
  • Me: Yes it is. Remember when uncle ***** (you never know who’s reading) sent us *****’s baby pictures? She was beyond ugly. Her head was all lopsided and her eyes looked like they belonged on a spider. Really her whole head looked like a bruised cantaloupe.
  • Mom: Sometimes it takes a couple weeks for the head to proportion itself.
  • Me: Do you remember what uncle ***** wrote on the back of the picture? “My beautiful angel.” Angel? The kid looked like a little lizard. I threw the picture behind the fridge because I’d get grossed out every time I saw it. If Jerry turns out like that I’ll throw him in the garbage.
  • Mom: What time is it?
  • Me: It’s one in the afternoon.
  • Mom: What are you talking about? The sun isn’t up.
  • Me: It’s day light saving.
  • Mom: I didn’t get home form the airport till 4:00am this morning. I need to get some-
  • Me: That reminds me. I’m flying home next week. Do you think the X-ray machine will hurt Jerry? (I realize my mom will not answer nor respond to anything about my pregnancy. I change the subject slightly.) I’m not shaving my face before I fly home next week.
  • Mom: Daniel, shave your face! You look like a bum with that stupid beard.
  • Me: No, I’m never shaving it. Maybe if I wasn’t losing all the hair on my head I’d shave… you can thank yourself for that.
  • Mom: Hold your knees to you chest and try to go back to sleep.
  • Me: Yeah right! Thanks to the ’smarts’ you gave me, I know that’s how you kill a baby. You don’t want me to have this baby because you don’t want to be a grandmother yet. You think it will make you seem old.
  • Mom: (I can tell she is smiling as she says this) Why would I look old?… I still have all my hair.
  • Me: (This comment has hurt me more than the pregnancy and ulcer combined) You have no heart.
  • Mom: Don’t forget who you got your sense of humor from. Shave you face. Go to sleep.

I yelled into the phone as she hung up. I then held my knees to my chest, as a single tear crashed into my hairy cheek. Jerry was gone.

Rest In Peace Little Jerry,

Daniel Dickey

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I Might Die This Weekend

by admin on January 23, 2010

WHAT WHAT!

I haven’t blogged a lot this week…I’ve been soooo busy hanging out with my friends (Vodka, Imported Beer, and some fine ass French girl). So I figured I better say hello now, as I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand, let alone type for the next 72 hours (OPEN BAR!!!!!!!!!!!)

I’ve also been slacking on my blogage because I’ve been busy making a website for a friend. I’ll preface it by saying she’s one of those friends that has a quick sense of wit and continually says and does things to make you look like an idiot, which then causes you to want to punch her in her double chin. This is me punching her in the double chin via buying her domain name and putting her face on the bodies of various animals.

www.KerryDeitrick.com

Have a good weekend and do your best to avoid penis piercings,

Daniel Dickey

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Why Is My Sperm So Powerful?

by admin on January 19, 2010

I wrote a couple different responses back to this, but ended up deleting them all. There is nothing I could say that could top this.

Note: His profile said he is a Junior at Colorado State…nothing like a college education to get you prepared for life.

Wishing I had semen that potent,

Daniel Dickey

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