Sex Sat Nav

I recently came into possession of a Garmin Nuvi 765T satellite navigation device. This sat nav unit does everything that you can imagine a sat nav can do and more. It has lane assist, 3-d buildings, blue tooth so you can make hands free calls, the ability to store mp3 files so you can play music or audio books, you can even put pictures on it to view while driving if paying attention to the road gets too much for you (if you want a more eloquent review of what this gizmo does then go here). You may think that a sat nav unit is not the best present for someone who never goes anywhere but that's neither here nor there. In fact this week alone I have used the unit to navigate my way too and from work....a journey I have made everyday for the last ten years (and it still wanted me to take the main roads all the way!!!!!).

Anyways, it was on one of these too-and-from-work journey's that I had my eureka moment. What could make a romantic evening more special than a robotic voice telling you how to make your lover come like a freight train??? Introducing the revolutionary Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending). The Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending) guides you all the way from initial foreplay (including optional oral sex) all the ways up to full twenty-in-a-room full penetrative fuck orgy, with added anal assist. This device is so easy to use it can be used by twelve year old virgin having there first fuck behind the bike shed. Simply choose a routine from the menu (quick shag, DP, Anal etc) and let a Stephen Hawking like voice guide you and your partner to ecstasy.

"INSERT FINGER.....INTO....ANUS..FOR......30 SECONDS........STIMULATE GONADS IN........2 MINUTES" shrieks the Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav from the bedside locker. "EJACULATE.....EJACULATE".

The Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending) is so user friendly that it can recalculate your route to a good fuck if you veer of course. Spent too much time on rimming??? No worries, the Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending) will simply correct your remaining fuckery and get you back on course. The new and improved Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending) now comes (heehee) in a variety of "sexy" voices, Stephen Hawkins, Cubaboy, Pat Kenny etc. Order now and get absolutely nothing extra...you greedy fuck.

Middle Toilet Cubicle Syndrome

Some thing's been bothering me for quite some time now, and I'm not sure how to approach the issue with you. You see the subject which I am about to talk about is of a delicate nature and involves the most intimate of activities. Loath as I am to mention the subject, today I want to talk about taking a shit. Yes, pinching a loaf, taking a dump, dropping off the Cosby kids, whatever way you want to put it.

Now my problem isn't the act itself. I, like most people, enjoy a good shit if accompanied by the appropriate reading material and finished off with a double ply sheet of Kitten soft toilet roll. However, what I do object to is having to divulge my gastronomy in the presence of other folk. No, I don't mean shitting in front of people, that's fucked up beyond belief. What I'm talking about is the modern work place abomination that is the "three trap" toilet cubicle.



Separated only by a cheap wood chip panel you now get to take care of your most intimate ablutions only centimetres from another human being doing exactly the same thing, only usually nosier and smellier. You know the saying "you think your shit don't stink"?? Well I can tell you that in comparison to some people that I've had the distinct displeasure of sharing a khazi with that that statement rings true. What you will get, depending on the day of the week or the time of the day, is a multi sensory experience which will baffle and astound you in equal measure. Firstly let's deal with the smell. On a really bad day you can be assailed by the smell before you open the outer door to toilet (the actual room as opposed to the cubicle). You're left to wonder what fucking animal died in the vicinity recently. Then you've got sight. We've all been there, you lift up the seat and staring up at you is what can only be descirbed as a mini tree trunk, lodged in the S bend. I've often wondered how the donator can walk straight after producing such a prodigious crap. Hearing. If you're unfortunate enough someone will install themselves in the neighbouring cubicle and proceed to produce a variety of sounds. You have everything from the big heave, followed by the enormous fart and little or no shit(shart), to the simpering grunt, which produces a stinking flow of shiss (half shit half piss). I'll leave touch and taste because even I'm not that fucked up.

But above all these assaults on the senses there's one thing I can't get my head around. In my workplace we have the three-trap cubicle arrangement. Now I will usually go to the one farthest from the main door if I want to take a dump. I won't go to the one nearest the door because this is the most frequently used one and usually has about half a gallon of piss on toilet seat. But I also won't go to the middle one for some unknown reason. The cubicle itself is usually fairly clean. In fact it's probably the least used one. It seems most people don't use it either. For me personally I just don't want to be near anyone in that situation, I reckon that's most people's thinking. And that's fair enough. But what about the fuckers who only go into the middle cubicle?? Who, having seen your third trap door closed and an available first cubicle go into the middle cubicle. Do they have some deep need to be close to someone?? Do they need encouragement or desire recognition of what they've produced?? Well I'll tell what I think...they're fucked in the head.

Stay out of the middle cubicle and afford us all some dignity whilst taking a shit!!