I have recently realised that where my boyfriend is concerned, if he can’t fuck it, eat it or disassemble and try to rebuild it, he isn’t sure what to do with it.
I realised after talking to several female friends, I seem to have accidentally discovered the TRUE NATURE of men. Simples!
We all have our needs and desires, but at our core is some primeval voice leading us to fulfil our basic drives in order to survive, then when these are met, we allow room to fulfil higher functions. Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs backs up this theory. Sometimes I realise that it is easier to get to the first two or three basic levels of need, and stick there, satisfying the animal within, not progressing to the more human traits and needs.
I like the way in which the Chinese try and fulfil basic needs with a higher spiritual fulfilment… A fortune cookie, tries to teach you about the higher self and YOU CAN EAT IT! Pure genius.
Fortune cookie
Maybe this is why people now have sayings tattooed on their body, as a way of trying to enlighten their sexual partners while fulfilling sexual need. But this hypothesis does only hold up when the tattoo’s message is of the right calibre. Having the phrase “This entrance welcomes all cummers”, across the top of your bum would not count as higher thought.
In order to completely and utterly help your man attain a greater level of consciousness, you need only combine the hierarchy of needs:
- Tie yourself naked to a coffee table.
- Spell out on your body using French fries, some deep philosophical saying.
- Add a glass of beer with philosophy written on the bottom of the glass.
- Make sure that the football is on the TV, and pay to have adverts around the pitch, re-iterating the message you want to get across.
This may work out an expensive, time consuming approach, but hopefully it will get through, at some stage… maybe… well… probably not, but hey at least its worth a shot.
Finally I’d like to finish with a joke, just to clarify the inner workings of the male brain:
ANAL
For the whole 5 years I’ve been with my girlfriend, I’ve been begging her to try anal. Until one day recently she gave in and said “Right! We can either do anal and spend the rainy day fund on those curtains I want, or, we don’t do anal and we buy the 3D TV you want. Which is it to be?”
At this point I remembered something my Dad told me once. He said “Son, if you just can’t decide, listen to your heart.”
Taking his advice, I found my stethoscope and held it to my chest. My heart’s answer was a resounding ” BumBum BumBum BumBum BumBum… ”
(Anon.)
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This is a historic occasion: the first time we’ve had a guest post on DelDev. Randy Wornhole is a gay comedian whose dress sense ranges from the glamorously goth to the OTT outrageous, and whose humour isn’t so much dark as bizarre, bloodcurdling, corrupt, demented, disturbing, foul, grisly, infernal, malignant, morbid and panic-inducing. It is pretty funny though.
Randy Wornhole
Here’s a link to his blog.
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