Airlines reward their most frequent fliers with gold and platinum member status, however, the club most male fliers wish to join is the Mile High Club. This video explores this phenomenon which has taken on almost mythical status with many guys. The combination of sex, logistical challenges and the forbidden nature of having sex on an airplane makes this endeavor one of the most coveted notches in the belts of sex fiends the world over. Seeing that most commercial airliners fly over 30,000 feet in altitude, it is actually the Six Mile High Club — many have had sex a mile high during trips to Denver, Mexico City or other high-altitude cities.
The video provides perspective from former airline workers who have witnessed couples trying to pull off this act while still in the cabin — a feat not easily accomplished. Consequently, many couples attempt to surreptitiously escape to the lavatory for a quick fuck — an environment which is hardly romantic nor sanitary. Movie stars, professional athletes and investment bankers can afford to own or charter their own jet which makes joining this club quite easy, but for the rest of us it proves to be far more of a challenge. However, you still have hope — the video describes a special airline which exists solely to facilitate sex in the air. In a way, this removes much of the illicit appeal of the Mile High Club — but it does get you into the club without having to balance on a dirty metal sink.
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Once on board, Bare Necessities provides seminars and entertainment geared for those who enjoy the nudist lifestyle. Examples include couple’s massage, tantric sex, meditation and Yoga. Passengers are encouraged to get naked at all times except for meals, cocktail receptions and when docked in port. Bare Necessities also organizes land-based vacations. For those for whom Hedonism is too tame, Bare Necessities can arrange fully naked travel to Negril and Rio Bueno in Jamaica, and to clubs in St. Maarten and Bonnaire in the Caribbean. If you’re looking for something different for your next vacation — this might be for you.
Does it bother you that the phrase “blow job” describes something that involves no blowing at all? Wouldn’t “suck job” be a more accurate description here? We had to find out what was going on.
The real tipping point for the phrase being commonly use was Andy Warhol’s 1963 film, “Blow Job.” It was a silent portrayal of a dude receiving the act in the title for 35 minutes. That is apparently the whole flick, and the IMDB page for it only credits “the giver” and “the receiver” as appearing. After this movie, ‘blow job’ started to appear in dictionaries and the rest is history.
During the 1940s and 50s in America, extremely fast airplanes were affectionately called blow jobs because anyone near the place of take off received a blow job. (Not literally you fiends, we mean their hair was blown back.)
Some experts believe the phrase developed from the phrase to “blow off” as in to blow off steam. Hookers in the 1930s would offer to “blow you off” meaning that they would release the steam of your arousal, or cool you down.
Another possibility goes back even further to 18th century Europe, where a prostitute was known as a “blower.” The reason for this is that a slang term for a penis at the time was a “whorepipe,” and the prostitute playing the instrument was the blower.
It is hard to point to one of these as the exact point where the phrase started, but it is interesting to look back on the things we all take for granted sometimes. Plus it just sounds better than suck job anyway.
Now this is what I call innovation! Bedpost is an app currently in its beta stages that lets you track your sex life online. It is completely private and has no social networking features. However, there is word that it will eventually include a notification if a partner logs in, but there will still be no communication or viewing of other people’s profiles.
The application works in a calendar view, and lets you tag things by time of day, day of week, how long it lasted, and more. You can also add your own tags to track more, uh, “descriptive” things like what was done, what devices were used, positions, and all that good stuff.
If used over time, there could actually be some interesting information gathered out of this. For example, looking at weekend hookups only, are you more likely to get lucky on a Friday or a Saturday? When it comes to weekday dates, which day of the week is most successful? Even if you have a steady partner, you can track your performance and learn whether you do better in the morning or at night, on what day, with which foreplay, and so on and so forth.
On the one hand, it seems a little like a novelty, but when you really think about it, this can be a useful little app. If you are honestly getting some regularly, that can be hard to keep track of! Well pretty soon, we could have a solid solution for that.
Sometimes an old fashioned score needs to be settled between friends. That is all that is going on here and the beauty of the request lies in its simplicity: friends can’t see friends’ penises, friends’ girlfriends can’t see friends’ penises, so there is a problem in need of a solution.
Seems easy enough, but there are some issues raised that need to be explored. First of all, there is the problem that the measurements are to be done individually and that is understandable as it would be, like, totally gay to whip out the cocks in the same room. However, this places way too much trust in the measuring girl. All kind of sparks have been known to fly when shlongs get whipped out with a guy and girl in a room together. This can lead to favoritism and inaccurate reporting of the measurements. There would need to be another, independent girl playing the role of penis measuring “auditor”. Call her the KPMG girl.
Assuming KPMG girl has to be paid also, the question of how much is this measurement worth comes up. We want to know what is the bet between the two original friends worth? If it is just an argument, as they state, they would have to put some of their own betting stakes on the contest to offset the costs of measuring girl and KPMG girl. That’s just basic economics. Once all that is settled, my friends, you have cleared the way for a proper penis measuring contest.
Many claim that the Internet has triggered the decline of journalism, and news is now filled with useless tripe concerning celebrities, scandals and White House party crashers. However, one intrepid journalist is showing that quality and informative news content can still be created — even on the Internet. The above clip provides much needed illumination and detail about the perspectives of recent college girl grads when it comes to taking it up the ass. There is no doubt that this topic is of great importance to many men, and modern norms have now allowed anal play to even enter the realm of casual hook-ups.
The interview above indicates that the newest generation of women are amenable to having anal sex, although it “really hurts” even when high. One claims the pain was so intense that she passed out — possibly indicating a good strategy for guys to deal with girls who never shut up. The subjects of this interview — when asked why they think guys are always asking to put it up their butt — theorized that the answer must relate to the tightness of this particular orifice. She then comes to the epiphany that her ass wasn’t created for cocks to be put up it — an assertion which many men would disagree with. Further insights included the importance of lube and a solution to the intractable political situation in the Middle East.
From the Department of No Shit at the University of Iowa comes a new study with an unnecessarily verbose title of “The Contexts of Sexual Involvement and Concurrent Sexual Partnerships”. This groundbreaking report has now quantified that those who have a proclivity for random hook-ups are more likely to have multiple sex partners as opposed to those in monogamous relationships. Without these brilliant academics to guide us, who’d have thought that random hook-ups with the babysitter, bartender or barrista presents for increased risk of “concurrency for both members of sexual dyads”. Translated from Douchebag to English, this means that if you sleep around a lot then you might become a slut!
The daunting academic research behind this shocking thesis was led by Dr. Anthony Paik working with a team of fearless researchers willing to immerse themselves within the sordid world of the Gen-X hook-up crowd. This highly relevant report (utilizing 1995 data on 783 Chicago-area straight adults) now proves that, as of 15 years ago, those who like to fuck around — sorry, “engage in sexual dyads” — are prone to be non-monogamous. Seeing Dr. Paik’s other main subject of study is the interrelationships within the right-wing lawyer community (I’m not making this up), it appears he is focused on those among us prone to screw everybody around them. Those who desire to soak up the entirety of this intellectual endeavor can read the complete study in March’s issue of Perspectives on Sexual and Reproductive Health.
Prior to the advent of mobile technology, it was kinda unwieldy when resting your laptop on her back while doing it doggy-style. However, the miniaturization of technology now allows for texting while driving, conducting trains, performing surgery — and having sex. As published in Adage, a survey conducted by Retrevo Gadgetology indicates that 10% of respondents under the age of 25 indicate that they see nothing wrong with texting while fucking. When it comes to texting while taking a piss, 24% of those under 25 approve. Even less respect for the sanctity of a business meeting is displayed — 49% will divert attention to their cell within this scenario. Hopefully, pissing during a business meeting does not become the next development within our increasingly multi-tasking world.
It appears that respect for the sacrosanct acts of sucking and fucking is found more as people age — only 6% of over-25′s see texting while having sex as appropriate. Only 17% of the older demographic viewed texting during a business meeting as being okay, and only 12% attempt to mix texting and pissing. In a testament to the strength of young bladders, a whopping 76% of those under 25 check for texts before getting out of bed for their morning piss. Possibly, having grown up with the technology, the younger demographic simply has greater physical dexterity allowing for seamless mixing of texting with these various activities. Soon we’ll probably see spam titled “Guaranteed to get you hard by her 2nd tweet!”.
Nemutan is the apple of Nisan’s eye. This Tokyo area couple have been dating for several months, and this whirlwind storybook romance typifies young passion in all respects — with the minor exception being that Nemutan is a body-sized pillow adorned with an anime depiction of a semi-nude young girl. Surprisingly, Nisan’s predilection for pillowphilia is not a rarity within Tokyo’s diverse, to say the least, dating seen. Nisan has taken the Japanese love for Dakimakura (life-sized pillows) to a new level. Japan’s infatuation with the otaku (anime and videogaming) has intersected with Dakimakura to produce what is most probably the strangest dating scene on planet Earth — if not the entire universe.
Nisan, 37, pampers his 12 year old high-thread-count girlfriend. He takes her on long drives into the Japanese countryside, and the couple leads a vibrant social life mingling with other members of Japan’s human-textile love community. Tokyo’s Akihabara district abounds with shops catering to pillow-lovers, and Nisan has been able to locate over 10 different covers for Nemutan allowing her always to look her fashionable best. In addition to these shopping sprees, Nisan indulges Nemutan with exciting nights filled with karaoke, fine dining and gentle tumble cycles.
Albeit being a bit, um, fucked-up, Dakimakura fans do have their standards. Those who date polyester are ostracized and shunned. The lucky men who are able to become sugardaddies to nice old fashioned smooth-knit girls are the envy of their peers. Shockingly, Nisan’s former girlfriend-with-a-pulse dumped him when she learned of this proclivity of his. Her loss is Nemutan’s gain.
Talk about recharging your batteries at work. I think we’ve found the solution to low productivity in the office. Jimmy Kimmel gives us a great piece hear that reminds us why he has the best late night talk show (especially now that Conan is off the air). He gets enough leeway, has an edgy sense of humor, and knows what his audience wants. What they want is casual sex.
Although the idea is a joke, it would be an interesting concept if you think about it? How many offices are full of sexual tension that never gets released? Doesn’t that actually get in the way, and wouldn’t acting on it loosen things up and let people focus more? I know it sounds silly, but it goes back to the issue of why so many workplaces frown on or even forbid relationships between coworkers.
Sure, there are times when feelings get hurt and it can have a lasting effect on the office. However, there are plenty of situations where these strict rules make the work environment more difficult as well. Think Jim & Pam in The Office before they got together.
With fewer rules on sex between coworkers, workplaces would catch up to modern times and allow employees to maintain a high morale. At the very least, give us one day a week as Jimmy Kimmel suggests here. It sure as hell beats a Hawaiian shirt and jeans!
A few months ago, the internet world was introduced to loving siblings Chris and Katie. Apparently, they had not been getting along so well after Katie told on Chris, so he decided to go through his sister’s stuff, only to find a “hook up list” detailing all the guys from school she wanted to get with or had already gotten with. He wasted no time in posting it to Facebook.
The list itself was quite amusing, and surprisingly well organized. It listed exactly what activities she wanted to do with each guy and the date she wanted it done by. Also, there were prerequisites for some of the guys. For example, Brian would be given a BJ if he cut his hair first. Funny stuff. It got even better in the comments, where Chris and Katie had a hilarious back and forth about the breach of privacy.
Well, this story is due for a “where are they now?” because one of the details included on the list was a deadline by which she wanted to complete the “action items” by. The date was April 2010. Did Katie accomplish her goals, or was she grounded? Did Chris get in more trouble? So many amusing questions remain unanswered. I wouldn’t honestly expect the story to resurface, but if it did it would be one of the greatest moments in the history of the internet. The obvious lesson is do not make a hook up list when you are in a fight with your brother, especially if he has Facebook!
Who said there is no sense of community these days, and that neighbors never help neighbors anymore? Certainly not this guy. He gives a helping hand to his neighbor in all kinds of ways, from sexual, to medical, to interior design related. Not only does he help in protecting his neighbor’s relationship with his girlfriend, he offers up free medical advice and a warning of potential risks posed by the neighbor’s guest.
In all seriousness, however, this neighbor guy has got to be a complete idiot. His window is obviously facing the parking lot or some public area, and it is close enough for his neighbor to make a positive identification on the guy with a “pretty big tool”. Yet he still did not even bother to move out of plain sight.
Regardless of whether we are talking about a straight or gay hookup, this is just sloppy execution all around. Things happen in the heat of the moment, but when your place is facing the street and you have a girlfriend, you’re asking for it. Not to mention the lights were on.
When it comes to Craigslist, though, there is always the issue of fakes. Some people are just trying to be funny, but something tells me this one’s real. Whether or not it is, it presents a good point for those seeing several people at the same time: shut the blinds, stay away from the window, and don’t be an idiot!
For the millions of us out there trying to figure out how to not sleep with girls that want us, Drunk Irish Guy has laid out the process step by step for us. Actually, if you look at it from a different point of view, Drunk Irish Guy was just being a gentleman in his own way. Let us explain:
Step 1: Attract the girl with a sexy accent. The accent will also help to cover up the slurred speech that kicks in after the 14th shot of Jameson.
Step 2: Show affection by pointing out your “physical” reaction to her beauty.
Step 3: Get a smelly drunk friend to give her the old bump and grind and keep her company on an empty dance floor. You get extra points for calling her a lesbian for not liking it.
Step 4: Heroically rescue the girl’s coat by toppling coat racks and making clear the urgency of her need to leave for a nightcap.
Step 5: Express concern for her sick friend by worrying when she will finish puking. Give the two friends space and monitor them from around the corner.
Step 6: Spare her the game playing by taking a direct approach to express your desire for her.
Despite our being sarcastic here, it is a hilarious story regardless of whether or not our recap is a perspective you agree with. You might have gotten a laugh from Drunk Irish Guy and liked him, or you might have found him repulsive. Either way, you now know precisely how to not hook up with your New Year’s kiss.
