When I lived in San Diego ten years ago, my girlfriend and I would occasionally visit Black’s Beach and, nearly every time we went, we’d see some knob-gobbling going on. Not actually in the middle of the beach, but usually by the base of the cliff toward the south end. Curiously, every time but once it was two guys.
Why can’t they just get a room.
is it that they don’t want each other’s company that long? Or to know the person attached to the knob. It’s just depressing to contemplate.
I worked at Salk Institute near the cliffs above Blacks Beach. The one and only time I went to the nude portion of the beach, I saw two guys playing naked horseshoes. Gave a whole new meaning to the term “ringer”.
What is it about the freedom to engage in public sexual congress as guaranteed by the Privacy Clause of the Constitution that you Godbags just can’t seem to understand?
– Sarah – Happy BDay. If it makes you feel better I own socks older than thou. Not a sockpuppet among them. I had them all neutered decades ago. I guess you could say that now they’re nike without the spike-ee,
This can’t be true – I read once that homosexuals lead lives just as wholesome as my grandparents did. Also, any observations and opinions to the contrary are forbidden, so, you know, its just easier this way.
Happy birthday, you! I missed that yesterday. I hope you had cake. It’s too hot here for cake cause I have been drinking too many tasty beverages. I used some of them to make granitas but I forgot to whisk so that didn’t work out very well. I’ll have to set up a timer thinger next time.
Ohnoes. Not teh explicit sex. They better draw a line in the sand in P-town or it might could spread to Palm Springs.
– Tony Soprano knows how to deal with out of line bears. Snuffing stops the huffing, crumping stops the humping.
I thought that said “upset feds, lolcats”
My eyes are really going now.
I thought it was Berkeley students on break at Cape Cod.
When I lived in San Diego ten years ago, my girlfriend and I would occasionally visit Black’s Beach and, nearly every time we went, we’d see some knob-gobbling going on. Not actually in the middle of the beach, but usually by the base of the cliff toward the south end. Curiously, every time but once it was two guys.
They’ll need an Ori-Plug™ to keep the sand out!
Why can’t they just get a room.
is it that they don’t want each other’s company that long? Or to know the person attached to the knob. It’s just depressing to contemplate.
I worked at Salk Institute near the cliffs above Blacks Beach. The one and only time I went to the nude portion of the beach, I saw two guys playing naked horseshoes. Gave a whole new meaning to the term “ringer”.
quoits on the beach would be a fine name for a cocktail.
Ps. won’t anyone congratulate my oldness ( I’m 46 today). I did get to touch one of these before I died.
Brush with greatness
Congrats, SarahH, and Happy Birthday!
Ah, Jeeze. SarahW
Yes, barkeep, I’ll certainly have another!
What is it about the freedom to engage in public sexual congress as guaranteed by the Privacy Clause of the Constitution that you Godbags just can’t seem to understand?
Keep your Rosaries off my hairy man-ass!
To the hairy assed men of the world:
Should I aquire a rosary, I will keep it off of there.
Uh, what color is the bear?
Uh, by that I mean that the bears might be unfairly targeted because of the color of their, uh, fur.
A gay assortment of colors, Thirty.
Oh, wait! Are we talking about Furries here?
Dancing Bears? Juggling balls on their chins? That’s not sex, that’s a circus. Put the BIG lights on ’em Ringmaster!
They do a nice reenactment of the Boston Tea Bag Party every summer, for historical reasons.
It’s the Piña Colada song what done it. Goes to show, I say.
– Sarah – Happy BDay. If it makes you feel better I own socks older than thou. Not a sockpuppet among them. I had them all neutered decades ago. I guess you could say that now they’re nike without the spike-ee,
This can’t be true – I read once that homosexuals lead lives just as wholesome as my grandparents did. Also, any observations and opinions to the contrary are forbidden, so, you know, its just easier this way.
Disgusting.
Horsewhip for first occasion. Tar-and-feathering next.
Anything else just gives license.
Um, I’m guessing you’ve never really seen any of the late Bob Mapplehorpe’s work, have you?
Well, the more, uh, spirited stuff, anyway.
Well, now that teh gay marriage is legal in these United States, they can get off the beach and back into the bedroom, right?
Happy birthday, you! I missed that yesterday. I hope you had cake. It’s too hot here for cake cause I have been drinking too many tasty beverages. I used some of them to make granitas but I forgot to whisk so that didn’t work out very well. I’ll have to set up a timer thinger next time.
Oh. That and also I should buy a whisk.
If you’re going to be whisking, why isn’t the thing with which you whisk called a whisker?
besides the grossness.
#30 – That would make what you’re whisking a whiskee, and you need to keep your whisker out of my whiskee, alp.