Sep 21, 2007 17:28
If you don't realise that the Taming of Beauty series, or whatever the hell it is, by Anne Rice, is SIMPLY AND ONLY wall-to-wall porncarpeting, you should not even be READING IT.
This means you, lady I (inadvertently) talked to at the library book sale today. STOP. THEY ARE NOT TEACHING HER A LESSON, THEY ARE NOT DOING ANYTHING LOGICAL, THEY ARE FUCKING LIKE BUNNIES. LIKE BUNNIES HAVING AN ORGY. WITH WHIPS AND FISTING.
Of course, the last time I read it, I was working retail and I read it at my counter, while listening to equally-illicit heavy metal (note to all employers: do not get those locked down cd systems for your store, because if your employees are smart, they will go get custom cds made) so it's possible I skipped something in there, but from what I remember, I'm more likely to have forgotten a DP with a side of F and whipped cream but no cherry on top than some kind of "lesson" they were trying to teach her by making her dress up like a pony and pull a wagon around and then get fucked silly.
Also, just because you talk to yourself does not mean that you are the only person in the room, and I am not necessarily part of your conversation with yourself when I tell SOMEONE ELSE that it's their fault because they agreed with me. LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, CRAZY PORN LADY.
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