Via Ace, I learned of this sooper classy couple who apparently are resting their sexual relationship upon a bet. To make a long and silly story short, a girlfriend (in Debbie Schlussel terms, that would be “girlfriend”) placed a bet with a boyfriend (for you, Debbie, that’s a “boyfriend”) that he couldn’t get a certain number of traffic hits on a self-built website. They even scratched out some form of napkin-in-a-bar contract (it’s “contract,” Debbie – work with me, bitch). If boyfriend were to succeed, girlfriend agreed to have a menage a trois with him and some other chick. The issues:
1. Girlfriend is apparently a masochist, since “hits” don’t mean a damn thing. She should have said “unique visitors,” which is a milestone that would have taken MUCH longer to achieve.
2. Idiot girlfriend lost the bet, and now idiot boyfriend is soliciting candidates for the role of third woman. Girlfriend is apparently still engaged in this fucked up relationship.
3. As handily phrased by Ace, that a threesome with two girls is as follows:
The good kind of menage a trois, not the dirty, kinda-gay kind.
Ace could be kidding in a sort of inflammatory manner, but good gawd – how many times have we heard this sort of KFed mindset? So much for assertive women.
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… that’s just nuts…
well, regardless of how it was counted, I found out about it from Digg, which linked from The Guardian, it was the 2,000,000th link at FARK.com, and pretty much every heterosexual male has visited that site at least once. it’ll probably be up to 10 mil by next week.
but…I don’t know if you done seen it, but there was an episode of Just Shoot Me where whatsisname the secretary guy was supposed to get a three-way if he could do some stupid thing. well, he was aided by the afore-mentioned every heterosexual male to seal the deal. when he got to claim his prize, the girls, cornered, got into a mock spat, then the deal was off.
I severely doubt he’s ever gonna be able to close this deal.
Hmmm. Was that when David Spade dated the character that Amy Sedaris played?
I don’t know. I think I saw three episodes of that show, total. the only reason I remembered it was because of the way it ended. I could totally see a cat-fight ending everything.
it’s one of those pie-in-the-sky dreams that us man-pigs have. it’s like being the quaterback who wins the Super Bowl, there’s only one who does it every year, and you have to be talented and lucky, and even the best never do, and worthless chumps win more than one. all fellas see is the glory of the championship, not the months and years of sacrifice and training.
plus, they only think they’d WIN the Super Bowl. nobody ever dreams about losing the Super Bowl.
so too, with the 3 ways. I’ve said it more than once, them 3 ways aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. it can ruin your relationship, the Mrs. could switch teams, and dump you for the other Mrs., or, on that one night, Mr. Pointy could have massive stage-fright.
and there’s nothing like saying “hey, remember that 3 way? wanna do it again? huh? huh?” over and over to either get dumped or de-slaussened.
yeah, I think about this way too much, if you haven’t noticed this.
in the bad way.
take that however you want to.
not the dirty, kinda-gay kind, though.
just so we’re clear.
i HATE that kind of 3-way. You know, where it’s not really a 3way, it’s a I-get-to-have-it-my-way-because-it’s-all-about me-way, with 2 assistants/stooges
Mister Pointy!!!
“I learned of this sooper classy couple who apparently are resting their sexual relationship upon a bet”
Just how classy could they be?
Three-ways are cool. Sure, it may strain, even break, a relationship, but if something’s gotta end, man, what a way for it to go. Of course all of my three-ways have been with willing participants.
Gawd. You are such a manwhore.
I hope to gawd these idiots are all sterile!
Pehaps the Minister of Propaganda’s post is inspiration for me to start posting again.
Post title: Once Upon A Time, The Minister of Propaganda Tried To Talk Me Into a Three Way. And MacStansbury Would Not Approve.
I had Debbie Schlussel