People always talk about fake orgasms.
[i]Oh your girl is faking it? How can you tell? She’s not even sitting on your cock… well… she might be sitting on a citrus juicer or something.[/i]
I wouldn’t want to see what that juice looked like right now, I’ll tell you that.
Still, no one’s talking about these counterfeit orgasms which I’ve just seen.
We see…
[b]Counterfeit watches:[/b] No! It’s a [i]real[/i] Rolex! Only one tenth the price!
[b]Counterfeit jeans:[/b] Now why is it my ass looks bigger in counterfeit jeans than in regular jeans? Maybe it’s just my imagination (and that I have a huge ass…)
[b]Counterfeit pills:[/b] Oh yeah, people are getting high off of sugar tablets. I told you they were smart, boy!!! (BYO sarcasm)
[b]Counterfeit Supercards:[/b] These help my Nintendo run comics and homebrew application and what not… and people counterfeit them.
[b]Counterfeit politicians:[/b] Like George Bush. Wait– wha-?!?! He’s a [i]real[/i] politician? What about Arnie–?! No shit. Damn. That’s one fucked up government.
But no one ever talks about the counterfeit orgasms.
Well I had a counterfeit orgasm.
It was… disturbing… to say the least.
So disturbing that I recorded it (wait till the end to hear how fake it gets)…
“Made In Taiwan”.
What the hell? Is this some sort of STD or virus I’ve caught from somewhere… my computer… a girl with an intact hymen… someone?!– where I now randomly fake orgasms?!
I could be making coffee for my grandmother and all of a sudden from the kitchen, an outburst of “Oh! Oaahh! OHHHHH!!!!” rings from the coffee maker. I’d hear “What was that?” and I’d say “Nothing! It’s ok! The coffee maker just orgasmed! Do you want cream?”