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Pic of the day: Get Donald Duck directly in your mailbox! Or perhaps not. Spank the duckI got this catalog in the snailmailbox today, with the exciting offer to subscribe to Donald Duck. The comic book is still popular in Norway, and has for a long time been more popular here than in his homeland. We actually did subscribe to it when I grew up, so it is not a new idea. I also realized at first glance that if I had gotten hands on that picture when I was little, it would have allowed me to sustain hours of happy little erections. Duckporn! I was already obsessed with big round butts at the time, and having one arranged in such a way that I could play with it unhindered was my ultimate sexual fantasy. Not that I thought of it as such - to me it was just play, for the obvious reason that I was a kid and had also no knowledge of human sexuality. (I knew how the goats did it, and it didn't seem fun at all. I assumed humans did something like that when they wanted babies too, and I did not look forward to it.) It is probably different for children these days, with depictions of human sexual acts being so freely available now. I still think round butts are great fun, although I am more gender-specific these days, not to mention species-specific! In my little world, butts are like playful friends: You can have fun with them and then life goes on. But breasts are serious business: If you so much as touch one of those, all bets are off. You are taking your life in your hands, so to speak. So I eye them warily, when I eye them at all. Your kid's mileage may vary. Do your best, Donald! |
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