Wednesday, 2 February 2011

What the fuck are you lookin' at?

Hello, Friends!

Do not fucking lose. Or, at least die trying. That seems to be the lesson of Spartacus - the TV series, not the historical character. And along the way, fuck as much as possible. Before you get fucked over.

Here I am in a private lounge at Chek Lap Kok International, waiting for my boarding call. I'm watching Spartacus on my laptop to pass the time. Batiatus is having a glorious threesome with Lucretia and Gaia. Tits, ass, bejewelled pussy - everything hanging out including the kitchen sink. Chris nudges me to shut my computer as a group of elderly American tourists queue up for the dessert buffet behind me. "Baby," I moaned, "my dessert's sweeter than what's on the buffet table."

There was too much fucking back in the day, people inadvertently tired of it and tried... well, other things.

In the Middle Ages, self deprivation was all the rage. They denied their bodies until they all looked gaunt and ghostly. That's how they assumed to liberated their souls from earthly trivialties. And then Victorian austerity saw people piling too much damn clothes on, I wonder what sort of excess baggage fees they'd have to pay if they traveled today.

So much for social experiements.

People are animals and children are not made from cross pollination. Plus, fucking is fun. So fucking is en vogue all over again, thank goodness. But like all good things, it's best done in moderation. You don't wanna rub your cunny raw from non-stop action.

I recently got hooked on all things Roman when my friend, Johannes, loaned me the boxed sets of Rome Seasons 1 & 2. I enjoyed the fucking, of course, but what really got me adicted was the bitch fights. My favourite character was Servilia, Brutus' mum and mistress of Julius Caesar. I later found out that the actress playing her is 61 years old and played Margaret Thatcher on Margaret, the TV series. There's little respect for a venerable thespic CV, obviously, coz Servilia got fucked. Many times.

And then my friend, Ferdie, told me to watch Spartacus, so I did.

What's not to like about men brandishing big swords?

I watched the first five episodes in one sitting.


OK, so it's way too masculine and seriously, I cringe at all the blood. Anyway, it's all been done before in Kill Bill. My favourite classical fucking piece is still Lysistrata - how a band of women withheld sexual privileges from their husbands and lovers as a means of forcing the men to negotiate peace in order to put an end to the Peloponnesian Wars.

Whew, what a mouthful.

Start the fucking.

No, stop the fucking.

Who the fuck cares?

Keep it going!


With Affection,
James

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