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Saturday, July 14, 2007


I attended a lecture last night. It was a good time. Although it was a little frustrating how I kept navigating to the Gun Owners of South Carolina website instead of Geological Society of the Oregon Country. The lecture was entitled "Was Triceratops like a bison, rhino, or hippo: Implications for lifestyle and habitat". The lecture wasn't as expansive as I would have liked (he never compared the dentition of the animals) but consisted primarily of geographical and skeletal locomotive analysis. The whole time I kept thinking of this cybersex log from Bash.org:
bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it

ready for you.

j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.

bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.

j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.

j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.

bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my

breeding territory.

j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.

j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.

bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.

j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.

bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass.

j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.

bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to

charge your ass.

bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.

j_gurli3: thats it.

bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic

symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide

and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in

the air on my mighty horn.

bloodninja: Goddam am I hard now.

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