if you think my blog is dirty...

I'm worse in person.

I spent the majority of the weekend in stretchy pants. all bets are off when you squeeze an ass like mine into stretchy pants. the sheer I-don't-give-a-fuck-edness required for me to pull THAT off invariably leads to bad...

bad things.

add to that the fact that the 'pah and I spent 37 of the 48 weekend hours fornicating (re: humping like high schoolers)...

and well...

I did bad (bad) things.

after putting a good spit shine on the nonny, we decided that at some point this afternoon...leaving the bed might not be a bad idea.

thusly, we hauled our afterglowing asses to the gym to climb. lacking in strength, we made up for it with vulgarity.

I got caught uttering a few of the following (mostly while belaying):

-(sings ba wit da ba) I'm 3 feet tall with a 6 foot dick!
-you're right. it might be contagious...you should probably stop licking my ass.
-no. I do that on purpose. its fun watching him try to climb with a boner.
-dag. we need to stop having sex. seriously. I'm dying here.
-it's ok. I'm his sister (<---confession: that one was stolen)
-(sings again) cock. ding-a-ling balls and ass...

one of the (younger) dudes we see there pretty often (ie. they see me cussing up a storm and grabbing his junk on a regular basis) said to his girlfriend tonight...

they're my fucking heroes.

I didn't HEAR him say it...but knew it was implied he wishes that they can hump as much as we do when they're OUR age.

ha! good luck, whipper snapper!

I skipped with all the enthusiasm of a five year olf with an ice cream cone. but seriously...we should probably stop having so much sex. I AM dying here...