Monday, August 21, 2006
Birthday sex
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I was reminded of this as Miss Employed and I exchanged a couple of emails about assorted topics over the weekend. In early 2004, I was dating this this girl (the one with the yippy, piss dribbling dog) who had a rule about sex in a relationship. On any and all holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, and other special occasions, sex was mandatory. No "I'm too tired" or "But my ass still hurts from what you put in there last night." No excuses. Sex. Must. Happen. Period. And by God, that sounds like a good fucking rule to me. I regret that the whole situation with her didn't last long enough for me to have mandatory birthday sex with her. Whose birthday? Who fucking cares.
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So where would the birthday candles go ;)
Right below the Hanukkah bush!
the Hannakkah bush?? hmmm...Birthday sex..the thing is if one's with the right person they'd get it everyday so a b-days just another day ;) or does that mean you'd get two servings..
I think her point was that special occasions deserve celebration with sex, whether you had it the day before or not. I don't think it means two servings though. I think it means up the butt and to the left.
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