On swastika strapons: today's TERRIBLE advice
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Carlos asks
Just found out my work colleague might be a neo nazi, what do I do?!
My answer
Cosplay as Hitler, don a swastika strapon, and tell him he's been a very naughty boy.
Original: https://mikeyclarke.co.nz/blog/2021/11/on-swastika-strapons-todays-terrible-advice
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Bullshit Hors D’oeuvres: TERRIBLE ADVICE posts
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On rejuvenating shite grub into exquisite ambrosia by guzzling pints of 800C+ molten salt: today's TERRIBLE advice
“I have absolutely no idea where your brain comes up with this stuff, but it gave me a laugh. Lol!”
On jettisoning surplus estrogen at heinous velocities, Tiberium/testosterone hybrids, and The Voluptuousifier strikes back: today's TERRIBLE advice
“HA! I'm not 100% sure what I'm listening to here, but I know it's original... and subversive. So, you have my vote.”
You'll have the spangliest vulva in Christendom: today's TERRIBLE advice
“Wow this is different from what I usually read, but this is great!”
Bullshit Banquet: the SEXYVERSE NOVELS
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IN A WORLD where wars are fought with romance and flirting and delicious erotic TENSION, the rivalries throbbing between history’s Great Powers have become a BUTTLOAD more bubbly, with fewer hideous massacres of musket and cannon, and OODLES more frisky cunnilingus contests:
The Sex Commandos Thwart The Third Vaginal Apocalypse
Part One: The Knights Of Raw Phwoar
Might Earth’s free nations drown under terrifying tornadoes of French femme-foam? Like hell, shout Britain’s Royal Marines Sex Commandos. Let’s assassinate France’s Imperatrix Brigitte Bardot! Come on. What’s the worst that could happen?
Part Two: The Soviet Sluts Superb
Turns out out-flirting Imperatrix Bardot is like trying to wank off Mt. Blanc when it’s wanking you back. Plan B: skedaddle, regroup, out-flirt the entirety of France and get loads more practice, then it’s stealthy-sneaky Round Two or bust.
Part Three: The Cervical Supremacy
Turns out flirting with every ladybro Rambo in France produces Rivals and Frenemies and Jilted Waifus galore. Smashing fun, but utter Kryptonite for Imperial kill-plans. Like, ever tried noshing off a world leader whilst a billion fanb0is fondle your buttocks? Want to? Read on!
Part Four: The Praetorian Prostitutes
The game’s up! The irresistible force of fanb0i-fondlemania has headbutted the immovable object of a gazillion furious Paris cops. They too thirst for Sex Commando patoot. Crunch time. Either launch one final rocket-strike against Bardot and France, or Earth’s free nations forever perish.
Part Five: [soon, baby]
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