Tuesday, February 15, 2011
“The Eye of Coitus”
For the past week we’ve seen a few references to the ancient Mayan holy concept of the “Eye of Coitus.”
Since it’s a late nite HCwDB post, of which I’ve been remiss about doing lately, and all you fellow ‘bag hunters deserve a treat for hanging out with me tonight, I thought I’d give you one:
A douche free post.
Featuring lovely angelic Pear.
And also an academic illustration of “Eye of Coitus” as envisioned in the carvings and priestly incantations of pre-Conquistador Mexico.
But if you still need a dash of douchal counterbalance, there’s always this guy.
EDIT: Swapped pic with an even better example.
Well shown sir!
GGGGGGNNNNNNNNNUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I bet her poomp tastes like strawberries & whipped cream…………….
oh Raven Riley. how i would…
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wait. i recognize her?
I have something in my eye, alright, but it’s not coitus.
I dunno about you guys, but she gave me the Brown-Eye of Coitus.
The table doily is a nice touch. I always like to think of grandma’s house during sexy time.
Her: Bend me over and do your worst.
Him: Where?
Her: The hottest place in here of course. The antique table from Aunt Selma with the dead plant on top of it.
Him: But won’t we ruin the doily?
Her: F*%k the doily.
Her houseplant is wilting in expectation.
I WOULD PHOTOSHOP THE HELL OUTTA DAT AZZ
Angelic Pear and her Eye of Coitus bent over her gramma’s glory-hole doily, while back in the “This Guy” post, the Eye of Detritus stared amid a heap o’ porch hens.
I don’t know about you guys, but…well, I just don’t know about you guys.
And by eye you mean that star shaped target betwixt those enchanting half pears?
@ vin
thats just the thumbhole.
Dios mio!!!!
Little known fact: the lounge music classic song, “The Look of Love,” by Burt Bacharach is based on the concept of the Eye of Coitus. The song was also admirably covered by Sergio Mendes and Brazil ’66.
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http://s0.ilike.com/play#Burt+Bacharach:The+Look+Of+Love:631233:m693097
I have six things to say about that:
1) Sweet mother of fucck.
2) My cocck is so erect I will have to have someone open the door across the hall so I can pull a three point turn to go grab my breakfast booze.
3) Holy Jebus’s tail that’s a spicy ass.
4) Son.
I’d gratefully dangle my swollen, lovelorn testicles over a cage full of ravenous, manic-depressive snapping turtles, for the opportunity to snort a line of the dried potting soil that may have spilled on to that glass tabletop.
Oh, lord, I have to go back to my bunk again?
@Steve L: I googled Raven Riley, and yes, that does appear to be her. Sometimes, you just *know* it’s gonna be a two-jerk morning…
That’s the ripest pear I’ve seen for some time. The coy look, the sheerness of her garment, but above all her deliciously natural curvacious arse. Go, you good thing!
this explains why my d&d level 9 fighter would always get raped when he wore the +2 knocking boots of coitus. damn my 5th grade vocabulary. i always thought it added bonus to bludgeoning.
It’s good to be gone and when you come back you get to see such spectacular pear. I would love to see the eye of here pear storm. “Get some” son.
Are we still doing the son thing or did it die in my absence?
Time to kick the remarkably weak Balcony Pear out of the Hall and usher in this glorious replacement.
@Mr. Reeve
Son.
I just hurt something that will take a long tome to heal
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