rented a "porn bloopers" tape

Was that the one hosted by Ron Jeremy? That's where I learned the definition of queef. Ahh those innocent days before my perv vocabulary was multisyllabic.

Was that the one hosted by Ron Jeremy?

I don't think so. Being hosted by the Hedgehog could only have improved this tape. It was very boring and disappointing.

It was very boring and disappointing.

That sounds like the one I watched. The most exciting moment was when two actors got caught in a hot tob having sex Not On Camera! The nerve!

Maybe porn bloopers are just not that interesting.

How old is this Ron Jeremy hosted tape you speak of? Maybe it was the same tape, and I'm just misremembering. This was easily fifteen years ago that I saw the tape in question.

And yeah, maybe porn bloopers just don't tend to be very funny.

I think the only real blooper I remember with any detail was one of the actresses talking to the director off camera about whether her boots should be off or on, and that she thought they should be off. The director wanted them on.

Apparantly porn people can be surprisingly dry

This was easily fifteen years ago

I'd guess I watched it on or about 1995.

Only I could have unresolved shit with a cat.

Nah, you and all other cat owners, I think.

looks at scars.

Yeah. Glad the little furball made it home safely, though!

I'm quite tickled by people getting in trouble for having sex in private, rather than in public. Nice.

Reaper sounds rather good.

So, my skirt has split. And it's 11am, and I'm going to be teaching until 4pm (if we include my journalism club after school). If I hitch the floor-length skirt up a bit, it's still a very long skirt and the rip isn't obvious. So I don't need to go home and get changed, right?

I don't need to go home and get changed, right?

As long as you're comfortable I agree.

I hate my Sensei
I hate my Sensei
I hate my fucking Sensei

Nah, that's not true. I'm just never getting out of this bed again. Which is a bummer what with me having a Sensei to kill and all.

The first day in my new class went fine and hurt plenty and then I went and, foolishly it would appear, sat down with my classmate and got some dinner...

When I got off the stool my left leg BUCKLED. I caught myself on a neighboring stool. She's laughing. I'm laughing (and sort of screaming). Apparently we now have two forms of this leg: straight or bent. Switching between the two not so much.

I start swearing at her: fuck you! fuck you! fuck sensei lopez! fuck Lyman! fuck anyone ever named Schulmann

I'll just never move it again. Problem solved.

Trudy, wanna borrow one of my crutches?