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Wee Wee Weeee...all the way home

October 5th 2006 09:24
Juan from Castlecrag writes:

"Dear AKG,
MY girlfriend wants me to pee on her. I don't feel comfortable doing this at all - I feel it's wrong to do such a thing. What do you suggest I do to let her down easy and not make a big thing of it?"


Dear Juan,
You're really pissing against the wind here aren't you? Sorry - wee wee jokes tickle my fancy. Anyway, to say that peeing on your significant other is wrong is like saying that licking your palm and making your little brother smell it is wrong and we both know that's just not true. You might consider expanding your horizons and busting the dam on the old yellow river - who knows - you may find that you've been missing out all this time. Start small - hop into the shower with your old lady and take a wizz on her in there. It's a great way to induct yourself into the tiled halls of golden shower glory. There's nothing I like better than coming home after a hard day's curmudgeoning to find my Missus lying on the floor on plastic sheeting. The rest - as they say - is Piss-tory and we have ourselves a merry old time. Try getting yourself in the mood with a little music first. Might I suggest tracks such as: 'Mellow Yellow' and 'Fields of Gold' for starters.

I can't really pin down the psychology but peeing on your partner just feels right. Maybe it's the wicked thrill, maybe it's the mixture of relief and arousal or perhaps it's just payback for all those nightly gas emissions on your privates whilst going the spoon. Let the good times flow and you'll enter a new world of sensual pleasures - sure it's a world that smells sorta' funny but so does the back room of Club X and I've probably seen you there with a handful of $2 coins so who are you to judge!!

Until next time - peeing on a blue-bottle sting is just an excuse...
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Suck-Ces!

September 28th 2006 09:47
Phyllis from Terry Hills writes:

"Dear All Knowing Geek,
I have 2 questions for you this week: 1) How do I achieve real success in my life and 2) How do I get stubborn coffee stains out of my tablecloth?"


Phyllis,
the Dictionary defines success as:

1. the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors.
2. the attainment of wealth, position, honors, or the like.


I define success as sitting in a kiddie pool full of imported beer whilst watching cartoons and having my shoulders pummeled by a hairy slavic woman with a penchant for whistling Andrew Lloyd Webber melodies.

Success is such an arbitrary thing Phyllis. One person may feel successful when they recline on their expensive italian lounge, feet propped up on a coffee table made from the wood of an endangered tree and dining on the fattened liver of a tortured goose. Another may feel successful having won enough money at the pokies to shout their mates to a couple of games of pool at their local. Success is what makes you feel contented and you should never have to sell your soul or anyone elses to get it.
As far as your stain goes - make a paste with some Bi-Carb of Soda and dab at the affected area.

Until next time - the word 'success' always makes me titter as it sounds like the title of an Aussie porno from the fifties.


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In-Laws!!!

September 5th 2006 01:54
Mitchell of Canberra City writes:

"Dear All Knowing Geek,
I'm at my wits end! I'm married to a lovely girl named Gloria but her parents are a nightmare. We seem to be guilted into a visit to their place every other weekend and once we're there it's a hell of a job getting away. Gloria sees no problem and I feel so alone. Hold me!"


Well, well Mitchell - you're in quite the pickle aren't you chum? I know what you're going through. Yes, at one time even I - in my all knowingness - was hitched. I remember being tied into countless 'family occasions' and basically losing myself in a flurry of potato salad and the odd inquisition by my wife's hairy-chinned Aunts. It seemed that whenever we got to the In-Laws cave we were held for ransom as at that time I didn't have a car. It was like being a hostage negotiator trying to talk us out of captivity. My wife saw no problem with the whole thing and so I sympathise with you wholeheartedly though there will be no physical man-love between us and by that I mean the 'holding' of you by me (it's not you it's me and this rather large goita of mine.)
Very simply Mitchell, next time you find yourself trapped, do what I learnt to do and that is to start making lewd suggestions about you and your wife's sex life. Include the odd reference to sea mammals and various kitchen implements. If that fails have a crack at your mother in-law. Have too much wine at dinner and perhaps 'accidentally' refer to her as the "Mammary In-Law" whilst glaring at her breasts. This worked for me in the end...and by end I mean the end of my marriage and since then I haven't been happier!

Until next time - the best meat's in the breast!
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Why Do Birds Suddenly Appear...

August 25th 2006 01:25
Erica from Bass Hill writes:

"Dear All Knowing Geek


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