The Kids in the Hall sketch about the bellybutton depth contest led me to search for belly button sex. I was both disappointed and not disappointed at the same time.
Yep. I had to Google, didn’t I? Just had to Google. Started reading the thread at the bottom, and just had to Google. Stupid Firefox, so easy to select text and right click and Google. Yep. Just had to Google him, didn’t I?
GIANT monstrously endowed hermaphrodite horse-people engaging in sexual practises.
Yep. Just had to Google.
My dreams should be interesting tonight.
Too bad sex with humans just won’t stack up to the clydesdales of your dreams…
You and the pony…you holding his ear…trotting along an open field with “So Happy Together” playing in the background…
…then the music switches to a porn groove.
Penis ensues.
You owe my employer a new keyboard now. I just snarfed water all over the damned thing 
You are most certainly welcome. Glad I could anthromorphose you into a sprinkler.
Now you can water the open field that *Savannah and Ferdinand the Wonder Pony are traipsing through.
*maybe they’re passing through a savannah instead of a field? Maybe Savannah is going to get passed through.
Okay. That’s it. I’m going to bed. I’m obviously a bit punchy here.
What, and starfish and crabs do?
You frequent a site called “Portal of Evil” and are taken aback by the fact that other people are perverted?
Spoken like a woman. WTF?
I agree. You can’t go trolling for sharks and then scream “Oh crap! SHARKS!!” when you see one.
I vote to change AFG’s name to “Shark Troller”.
The site isn’t what the name implies. It’s a showcase of awful links from around the web, presented for passerby to roll eyes, laugh or barf at.
Ah. It’s the internets’s PT Barnum freak show.
Word.
You may keep your original screenname, dear Floozy.
whew
Ummmm…thus making my point.
I cannot believe this thread has gone for three pages, including returning from a near-death state, without someone saying it.
“I, for one, welcome our…um, ceteacean equinophiliac bondage-loving overlords.”
No matter how I say it, I want to claw my eyes out…
Or it is put there for easy one-stop shopping for the erotic, err, I mean SICK! Ya, they are SICK SICK SICK!
All I can say is this is making my private stash of cable-newswoman foot-fetish fanfic seem like good wholesome healthy fun.
You’ll notice I didn’t say “clean.”
The funniest porn I have ever seen is Punchie the dog humping a stuffed Pikachu. The music was a stroke of genius.
http:// gorillamask.net/punchie.shtml (I put a space between the // and gorillamask, shouldn’t post as a link…)
Oh, and of course, there’s Hal & his new girlfriend (totally work safe link, I promise).
PoE isn’t about perversions. Perversions show up in PoE because the purveyors of such perversions are usually sad, broken-hedded, special, unique snowflakes of CRAZY, and they aren’t scared of spurting that crazy all over everything their sticky fingers touch.
It’s like a wonderful, rainbow train-wreck of sad, lonely, pathetic and butter.
If ever I feel out of place, I go to PoE. Sometimes you’ve got to look at the bottom of the barrel to realise that yes, you are actually still pretty normal.
Okay, that’s it. The internet not only contains things more perverse than I imagine, it contains things more perverse than I can imagine.
Still, the democratic hierarchy-sidestepping communications freedom more than makes up for it. 
So does that mean you don’t want those scans out of my sketchbook, then?
Are we sure we want these people to have lubricants? :dubious: