Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts

Monday, June 1, 2009

Monkey-ing Around with the BBC

Yup, more BBC fun.


What Prostitution Evolved From: Chimpanzees Exchange Meat for Sex

A big ol WTF for this one: Glowing Monkeys to 'aid research'



And i'm not saying, but I am just saying... BK was in Siberia recently: Siberian Child Raised by Dogs



And this isn't the BBC, but I've written about Piggy Flu before, and here is some more insanity.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Black Lights, White Tees, and a farewell to BK


Last night marked the end of an era in Stadium 110. Our very own BK is saying farewell to the dwelling and the people he loves to pursue his studies in Russia. He will be missed. As sad as BK's departure will be, the members of Stadium 110 saw him off in grand fashion.
The lights that once contained boring florescent bulbs were transformed into beacons of hope for those who demanded that their white articles of clothing (and teeth) glow. As the black lights flooded the room, so did the people. Around 11:00pm the common area of stadium 110 was filled with friends, pseudo acquaintances, and the completely random person looking for a party.
The biggest highlight of the night was not the awesome black lights or the fact that people were dancing on tables, but the pornographic scenes occurring right next to BK's desk. These people were not simply doing the bump and grind, but dry humping the bejesus out of each other. Positions like doggie style, reverse cowgirl, and the always evocative legs behind the head were performed.

So with all that said, not only will the black lights remind our room of BK, but the dirty dirty things that were occurring beneath them.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Freshman mating season

As we all know, last night was BK's going away party. As is bound to happen at any party with a keg, loud dance music, and blacklights on the last day of classes, the random Freshman girls were out in numbers with their boy toys in tow. This was not so surprising, it is a fact of life.

What was surprising were the acts of copulation occurring on our very floor and furniture. Seriously, where did these kids learn to dance? I don't tend to think of myself as a prudish elder, but this was beyond bump and grind. The dancing escalated all night, until finally, it did not qualify as dancing any more. I think it was during "LAP" when I looked across the room and saw a blond Freshman girl (who may have actually been a Junior) pressed up against the wall with her legs spread wide and her boy toy thrusting his crotch into hers. "WTF?" I thought, "are they actually having sex..." As far as I could tell they were still wearing pants, but still, when we were freshman we at least found a semi-private place to go if we wanted to start humping.

I've been thinking about what could be causing such behavior in these Freshman, and I think the UV exposure may have put their hormones into overdrive. With the days getting longer and the time switch last weekend, all of the dancing under the blacklights must have put them over the edge. Whatever the cause, Freshman mating season seems to be in full effect.