Title
Perversity
Written
April 2004 / March 2008
Inspiration
The fabled double-donged dog
Dedication
To ropeburn, how I miss you
Style
Doctoral thesis
Target Audience
Lovers of motown
Editorial Notes
Of course, you're on the internet. You're only one link away from the most perverse experience of your life
Perversity
Today we shall discuss perversity in all its glory. What we find perverse depends on how we were raised, how old we are, and how much cum we've guzzled during our lives.
The only way to be sure that we're perverse is to have our perversity levels tested in court. They have a scale for perversity. It's like the Richter scale, only instead of earthquakes, the P-scale measures how much disgust you inspire in your peers. These kinds of court sessions often end with much poo being flung and mutual golden showers raining down from the gallery.
Some concepts and situations are presented here to highlight things that different segments of the population consider perverse.
A lie detector test — that is perverse. Lying is what sets us apart from the animals.
“You've had double vaginal penetration. Would you tell us what it feels like?”
“Well, it's a bit like having two fingers stuck up the same nostril.”
A donkey stirring milkshakes with its donger — that is perverse, although I don't know why.
I've been blowing my own trumpet, and now it is red raw. (That is not perverse.)