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“Leisure” is the name of this oil painting by Agnese Kurzemniece:

And you, dear reader, can buy the original, at least according to its page here, for a measly $1600!

Seriously, this chic is going places, and this seems to me like the bargain of the… century?… uh, no… year?… uh, no… month?… uh, yeah… that’ll do! The bargain of the month.

I would send an e-mail to Ms. Artist and offer to buy it myself, but then I wouldn’t feel right tossing the entirely relevant image atop this post. Plus I have an account to settle with the Bank of Vodka. My personal rule is that I never spend more than $1000 (one grand!) while heavily intoxicated. Five grand if I had two drinks or less.

Alas, tonite I have traveled into territory where my spending limit has decreased down… down… down… well into the hundreds.

But I digress…

Ms. Kurzemniece describes her painting as:

debauchery as a lifestyle and attitude towards life

And I’m totally down with that! How does she feel about said “debauchery”? Is she commenting on The Age of Onanism? What the fuck is Onanism anyway? Am I mocking myself by linking to her painting? Am I mocking myself by linking to masturbation-free Ferd? Is this Polish Vodka, supposedly endorsed by Bruce Willis, any good? Oh, the questions, dear reader… I am overwhelmed by all the questions… The fucking questions!!!

Ya’ know…

The Founding Fathers of the mighty United States of America were very much into leisure. They generally agreed that only a leisured man, unburdened by concerns about his daily bread, could have the necessary detachment to serve as an effective democratic representative in their fledgling Republic.

During the American Revolution, the second leader of the Continental Congress was a South Carolinian named Henry Laurens. Laurens began curtailing his merchant activity in the 1760s, embracing an enlightened slackerhood as he pointed himself toward a career in leisure politics. In 1789 he offered:

How hard it is for a rich or covetous man to enter heartily into the kingdom of… patriotism.

And that quote, dear reader, seems like it was telegraphed from more than two centuries ago, forward to this very day… to be embossed over a photo of our dear Republican nominee for President:

But the finest expression of the supremacy of leisure came from the Commonwealth of Virginia. In 1776 the Virginia Revolutionaries chose this as their state motto:

Deus nobis haec otia fecit

That’s Latin for “God bestowed upon us this leisure”. Of course now we can look back and mutter, “No, you dumb-asses, it was your fucking slaves who bestowed your leisure upon you, not God.” …but that’s not the point.

In any case, Thomas Jefferson nixed the motto. He reminded his colleagues that such a slacker mentality was perhaps not the wisest thing to advertise in the midst of a war. The Virginians went with Perseverando (By Persevering) instead.

Still, thanks to Gordon S. Wood, we here in modern world can reflect on their original choice and chuckle. Or, perhaps, we can nod in agreement…?

Dammit! I had just resolved to not post anymore cocks to this here esteemed porn blog. I was goin’ CHICS ONLY! And then a gallery with this photo appeared in my mailbox; it’s too good to pass up:

That’s from Club Seventeen, which I remember fondly as the first porn site I joined… back in 1997 or 1998. They’ve been going since the 1970s. So that means that some of their oldest teen porn stars are granny-aged now.

Anyway, here’s a round-up of some fine recent galleries of theirs, not a single granny to be found in any of ‘em:

Club Seventeen

Our quest for the world’s finest puffy nipples resumes with this chic from Bikini-Pleasure.

She apparently goes by the name Blue Angel… Or is that the name of the almost non-existent bikini?

Her button titties are titillating. Her bikini– a Tangaland Sling Shot Bikini– is the sort of thing that can lead even the average Joe to deep questions of metaphysics.

Bikini-Pleasure

Two girls, Rozen Debowe and Akira Raine… they’ve been bad… and they are going to be punished by one bad-ass barmaid.

This extended clip is from our friends at Wired Pussy / Electrosluts:

And that’s some solid porno talent right there! Not every girl off-the-street can withstand such shocking treatment… at least not with the good attitude that these girls display.

I’d give a performance like this a 6 or 7 on the scale of porno talent. Good job, girls! You might both be a little cheesecake-y, but nonetheless you certainly know how to perform…

Wired Pussy / Electosluts

Have you heard about this dude– Bill Johnson– who ran for Governor of Alabama?

He ran as a conservative Christian who opposed gay marriage.

And now he’s running again. But this time he’s running away, away, away… away from his wife… to New Zealand, so he can be close to the children he fathered as a sperm donor. His wife, of course, thought her hubby had originally gone to New Zealand to help with earthquake relief. She had no idea he was donating sperm, and now she’s a tad miffed about the business…

“He is obsessed with this. He doesn’t want to stop,” his abandoned wife told the New Zealand Herald.

But Bill Johnson is only a novice in this burgeoning movement! This 42-year-old from the Netherlands has 83 children and counting, mostly mothered by lesbian women. He keeps his children’s names and dates of birth in a spreadsheet. And “Papa Ed” often accomplishes fertilization the old-fashioned way…

You could certainly say that Papa Ed is obsessed with sperm donation too.

Is this some sort of new trend?

Perhaps this is part of “sexual evolution”?

…and the chics are the color of milk and chocolate and milk…

Photos from Hegre-Art:

Hegre-Art