![]() | AMERICAN HISTORY: In 1864, General Sherman marched to the sea, his rifle throbbing and erect. His man-sweat smelling of gunpowder and lust, he penetrated the South… deeper… deeper still. “Scorch my earth,” moaned the South. Sherman’s loins quivered as he killed field after field of luscious, moist livestock, his body shaking with the unspeakable pleasure of destroying the civilian infrastructure. |
![]() | STATISTICS: That night, Brandon went down on Juliette N times. He let NH be the number of times she climaxed, realizing that he could, for any N, consider the ratio NH/N. As N grew larger and larger, faster and faster, Brandon was able to "define" the probability Pr(H) as Juliette’s sexual “limit.” As N approached infinity in the equation Pr(H) = limN --> ∞ (NH/N), Juliette's loins melted into his like the wax of a century-lost love candle. |
![]() | BIOLOGY: Slowly, Charles began to engage in the wild, passionate dance of digestion. He placed the burger in his mouth, masticating, masticating, faster now, his teeth tearing and crushing, his stomach churning with waves of pleasure. Various chemicals (acid, bile, enzymes and water) caressed the complex molecules, their firm yet tender touch reducing them to simple structures blind with desire. His nutrients moaned, submissive slaves to osmosis. Finally, in a volcanic release that shook his naked body, Charles defecated. |
![]() | PHILOSOPHY: Nietzsche thrusted deeper and deeper between the supple legs of Simone de Beauvoir, yelling “Who’s your ubermensch?” Simone lost herself in the heavenly unison of their eager bodies, moaning “Oh, God… oh, God!” as, despite her post-feminist ideology, she made herself flesh under the dominance of the Other’s gaze. “God is DEAD!” screamed Nietzsche, his fingernails digging into her existentialist buttocks as they reached the disillusioning and wholly temporary ecstasy of orgasm. Nietzsche rolled over and lit up a cigarette. “Thus poked Zarathustra,” he said. |
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by Dan Gurewitch at Syracuse
by CH Staff
Looks like the runner is related to Devin Hester or Barry Sanders. Either way, very embarrassing for the catcher.
Listening to these songs will never be the same again.
What if...
Competitive eater Crazy Legs Conti downs three pancakes, three french toasts, three fried egg sandwiches, a bowl of grits, an omelet, and two cups of coffee in less than five minutes.
The weird thing is that this isn't even her name; she just thought it would be cool to have some English words on her jersey.
Cool to see this, would have been amazing in person.
Olmec got a job doing late night love advice after his time at Nickelodeon ended. Let's rock.
not enough funding....
Oh baby, baby. How was he supposed to know, that somebody was watching?
The Spank Bank - that precious repository of masturbatory imagery that lives in the mind of each and every man - joins the digital age.