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I like the subtle approach; one of the funniest pieces I have ever read is titled First Blow Job by Doug Kenney.

Late add: there is a story behind this story (you really owe it to yourself to read it). In college I had a friend who had to perform a readers theatre piece to finish up a class. He, another friend, and I performed this piece. I think it was 1974ish. The professor’s eyes bulged out of his head and he didn’t laugh once (and we did a smashingly excellent job of delivery, with yours truly as the narrator, if I do say so myself), not one laugh or even a grin…complete stoneface, and he was the sole member of the audience. My friend received a passing grade, barely I imagine. No kidding.

I can't believe I read that whole thing, waiting in vain for something even the slightest bit funny. Five minutes of my life I'll never get back.

I suppose if you like poorly written rape fiction or your goal is to piss of your professor, then that story is fine. But the tongue must have been too subtly in the cheek because I didn't find it particularly amusing. I would have to characterize it as like The Aristocrats, except.... bad. And not funny.

I can't believe I read that whole thing, waiting in vain for something even the slightest bit funny.

Hi Mmmmm, I cannot believe it either.

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“Well, whut the hail we s'posed to do, yuh mo-ron?"

Yeah, you're a sick fuck.

Note how your rape fantasy must occur in an older, romanticized time when girls were "good" and kids were wholesome. Due to your fucked-up generation's assault on the culture, innocence has become something to mock and shit on.

And what might have been funny to you in the '70s is just sad in 2009, because there is no one left to shock.

The irony is that thanks to fuckheads like you, we actually live in a far more sexual but far less erotic society. Where a tight dress used to be enough to entice, girls now are having to text photos of their twats to attract "hook ups."

Fuck you.

Oh. We also get to casually use the word "fuck" gratituitously in public and use garish visuals, because that means we're "authentic," have put everything out into the open, and gotten over our hang-ups.

I thought Boomers were supposed to be creating a more beautiful world.

Hi EarlyBird:

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

(You might want to start at three hours, and work your way down.)