So the bath is run, the water is hot, the cat is pissed, and the bath bombs are ready to engage. 10 minutes later I have managed to convince my feet that they are not, in fact, being sacrificed to some cannibal gods by being boiled to death, and it's now safe to lower the rest of me into the bath, which at the point has now frozen into some hunched over, alabaster statue with icicles suspended from my nose. The bath is now bright purple, because what's the point of having a bath bomb if it isn't going to stain you, the bath, and the lower half of the cat's tail the same colour as a delicious Shiraz. Clay mask is now being applied, covering my face with the kind of goopy white slop you only see in porn that you have to pay for, or see on SBS at 1am once a month. One leg is shaved, one is not - some may call it lazy, I call it 'asymmetrical'. Or lazy. Whatever. I'm not the cops. I'll do it later. Or just leave one leg in my jeans if anyone visits. Resourceful.
So, all set, ready for some educational browsing of the interwebs. An article pops up called '15 Best Porn Sites for Women'. No, I wasn't looking for porn, but I was ok the Internet and I guess I should have expected it. Anyway, I'm intrigued because although I'm generally an advocate and enjoyer of the pornographic variety of film, photography and literature, I rarely find much that serves more purpose than to get a bit of a twinkle going that proceeds to plague me for days on end until I find a patient enough candidate to listen to me talk shit for an hour and still want to sleep with me afterwards. Plus it's from Cosmo. Yeah. It's bound to be good (about as good as my ex-husband was at making his own fucking doctors appointments anyway).
Upon opening the page, Im faced with, as promised, 15 different websites that boast various mediums of the naughty variety. One has stories, one has videos, some and free, some are paid. Fairly run of the mill shit. Scrolling down, I see one page that piques my interest - it's called the Naughty Foreskin. My first thoughts were of a small, giggling, detached foreskin, pinching old ladies on the bottom and running away to hide behind it's pudgy, gigantic-breasted mother- foreskin, whilst an adorable foreskin-puppy bouces playfully near by (note I said foreskin puppy, and NOT puppy-foreskin - I might be crude but I am not an advocate of animal circumcision.). Alas, this site does not detail the adventures of afore(skin)mentioned cartoon character, but the most prolific and quite frankly enormous foreskin I've ever seen (on and off the Internet). The guy had a decent sized piece of salami going on, but this pertinent-penis-puppet, this wonderful-willy-warmer, this schlong-skin-suit, was absolutely the greatest thing made on earth. I'm surprised the guy didn't have a small village hidden in that thing. You could make elastic bands for the rest of human eternity from this thing. It would make even the most experienced and widened of Jewish doctors feel young and fresh again. If he sold it to a tent manufacturer, they could easily make enough camping gear to service the entire Australian defence force. I bet he doesn't even need blankets on his bed. 'Don't worry about washing the sheets, love! I'll just get the old Lynx body wash into it!'. He could just pull it up and over himself, and have his very own little skin-sleeping bag. No need to worry about wet dreams either!! What a time to be alive.
After all those thoughts, I came to the conclusion that not only do I need to not use my phone in the bath, but I also need to not eat quite so many TimTams before potentially watching porn. *proceeds to shave other leg*.