Did you know Doris Day was covered in freckles? Film shoot pancake will cover up whatever "blemish" they don't want to show on the screen. I've seen a pic with her freckles blazing with glory. She was much hotter with the freckles.

I've always had a hard-on for Doris Day. The Doris Day of the Fifties and Sixties mind you. I don't have any granny fetishes. Christ, have you ever accidentally run across granny porn? That'll put you off sex, cookies, and anything else that you derive pleasure from.

Actually the majority of porn either makes me queasy or break out into uncontrolable laughter. How the hell can you not snicker at a dwarf in a cowboy hat with a huge schlong, suspended in the air by a pair of beach ball tits? How the hell can you not barf at an enema fetish picture labelled "cocoa puffs"? Well, and maybe chuckle a little at that one too.

Anyway, back to Doris Day. The main reason I would try and design and build a time machine would be strictly to drag Doris Day back into my 2003 livingroom. She has a smoky girly voice that unclogs my balls. Tight body. She is spunky as hell, love that hidden tom boy graceful feel she has. And, of course, if I like em, they have to have adorable feet. Doris has perfect little packages of toelingus heaven.

Oh how I would love my fevered imagination to solidify. Sippin on lemonade with Doris Day bouncing on my lap. Sigh.

Course this inferno fuels my rant coal engine. After listening to the BBC World News today I could have chewed through my couch cushions. Fucking place.

While I am more than glad that common sense and enlightenment has won out. The simple fact that we as a people need a government law to tell us that homosexual sex is alright pisses me off. The simple fact that three out of the nine Supreme Court judges voted in favor of allowing knuckle dragging states like Texas to break down doors and arrest two consenting adults for engaging in sodomy pisses me off. The simple fact that people gathered outside the courts praying for the law, and then morally outraged at the outcome pisses me off.

Just not good enough that you go and be retarded in some chapel and allow the rest of us to live in intelligent peace. You gotta try and make sure others are diseased with your superstitions. That others are actually thrown in prison for not believing in your fairy tale. Claiming our law makers have lost their moral compass. I say let's begin the old Roman Empire style persecuting of you progress befouling christians. Naked upside down crucifixions in heavy trafficked parking lots for the bunch of you. Get your fucking bible out of my anal lube. Unlike Reese's peanut butter cups, those are two tastes that do not go well together.

You make it extremely easy for me to dismiss anything you say. Real easy. I have more respect for the opinions of chewed gum trampled on the sidewalk.