The Irish Nail

 Rated 14+ with MC-S for photographs with tasteful nudity and sexual innuendo

For Lenna. Whether you're ready or not, she's coming for you... even if you live in Britain.
Sorry for the ending, but it was either that or full-blown "rattling-around" sex.

Dear Diary: "Fantasy"

 Rated 14+ with MC-S for sexual situations

This entry is part of the 
One Year Anniversary celebration
of the Eddie Sigala Foundation

About two years ago, my summer was quite an exciting one. I had bought a new computer just months before, so I could finally enjoy what the internet had to offer instead of waiting for the computer to come out of a hang. At the time, I was better friends (not sure if it's any worse now) with The Archenemy's spouse, and after experimenting with a feature on our computers, we started writing a little diary.

This entry was co-authored by us both, and although I somewhat tried to get her approval, nothing came of it, so I'm going ahead with publication. Here is "Fantasy."

Note that the entry has been proof-read for grammatical and spelling errors.

Sex on the Biatch

Rated 16+ with L and S for strong language and nude photographs

For my friend Pat, who has a main guy and three others on the side.

It's Been A Year

May 2nd was horrendously cold day. The night before, cold air mass moved through, and that brought Seattle-like weather: cold, damp, with just a speck of alternative music in the mix. That night, while at the house of a neighbor setting up their computer, his wife came into the living room to tell us that a news bulletin just reported that Osama Bin Laden has been shot and killed. We rushed over to a television set and watched President Obama speak to the nation about the fulfillment of a long search after many years.

High School News VII

Rated 12+ for its sexual references

I'm finally getting back to work, and here is the first sign of normalcy.
  Looks like I'm doing handjobs again..
Damn you, subconscious!

This entry is part of the 
One Year Anniversary celebration
of the Eddie Sigala Foundation

Scott Houston Eduardo Martinez Rodriguez Sigala

This entry is part of the 
One Year Anniversary celebration
of the Eddie Sigala Foundation

I always joke about my school's pregnancy rate. Last year (and at the beginning of this last one), I noticed a few girls walking around with these large bellies protruding from their small frames. Seriously. These girls, who aren't any taller than 5'2 and weigh no more than 115 lbs. are having babies and their bodies can barely handle it. But I digress...

In March, we began to learn about child abuse. And then development. And then babies. That section began with the birth process (poor Janice!) and then taking care of the baby. Then came buying the items necessary. We we're given a list and we needed to find out the prices for the items. I didn't finish my list, but 3/4 of the way down, my total was $1435. As I told my development teacher, "This is good birth control for everyone."

Going Under the Knife

This post is rated 16+ with MT and O for mature themes

and for images that may disturb or disgust some readers.

READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Last week, as part in our journey to become doctors, we began a three-day dissection of a fetal pig. Fetal pigs are product produced by the slaughterhouses when they kill pregnant sows (female pigs), and their either sold to schools (for medical study) or discarded. Fetal pigs are used in dissections because of their similarities to humans, being a mammal, and for the fact that they are so well developed at the time of death.

Now, you might say that this cruel, but in order to learn more about ourselves, something has to give. As someone put, "Would you want a doctor that hasn't practiced first?" I say "no." It's in this way, although disturbing to some, that we learn not only about our bodies, but how it's able to function as an organic being.

Due to the terms of Google's Picasa service, I can only upload a the least explicit photographs.

Once again, what follows are some photographs that might disturb or disgust some readers.

The Looks

Something I always try to do secretly is look at others. Not in a "Hey, they're naked!" sort of way... well, probably in that way, although the person isn't naked (sometimes). As I mentioned in a TA post on Tuesday, the upperclassmen are rounded into the school's coliseum while the underclassmen do state-mandated testing.

What Do I Need...? Three

While rushing to have lunch Monday, I was looking at the MadLibs-esque things printed on the back of the milk cartons. Let's just say some can be not so clean as the printer intended.
Try filling them in yourself and see what you discover.

The Birthday Card

Looks like a birthday card for the birthday boy.