Everybody has more sex than Catholio.

I'm just a little tired of hearing about it, that's all.

Sometimes I think people are just full of shit, what with all the bragging. If they were actually boinking away like the spastic bunny rabbits they say they are, they would not be sitting at the computer until their asses conformed to the shape of their chairs, is all I'm sayin'.

Most likely, the women are faking orgasm while the men wish they had stayed home and whacked off, 'cuz her (or his) ass wasn't worth the trouble.

Do not try to pull the merkin-wool rug over Catholio's eyes, fellow bloggers. Tell it like it is. In the end, sex with a woman is a pain in the ass; sex with a man is the same.

Catholio does not want to hear about your residual ingrown butt hair chafing. That is what you get for mowing the backyard with a rusty Schick, you oversexed spooge-farming monkeys.

Welcome to my cat hole.

Some people look at blogging as a way of connecting with other people.

I just see it as a new avenue for people to go around pissing me off.

Yes, I have met or "met" several individuals who I think are swell, on one level or another, by doing this juvenile teenage yakkity crap.

On the other hand, I can guarantee you almost every one of them has at some point pissed me off.

This is where I will come to spew about it, since I can't on my normal blog without risk of alienating my entire audience.
Not that I'd put it past me.

Why don't I just disable my comments, or stop blogging, like a normal person, you ask?

Because I'm not normal. Are you...?

Feel free to vent your rage here, also.