Today is National Orgasm Day. At least in the US, UK, Australia, and perhaps others. According to Wikipedia, it was (not surprisingly) started in Brazil, where it’s celebrated on August 8th, and it’s also apparently celebrated on November 18th (though it doesn’t say where, exactly). I’m just happy to learn that there are multiple Orgasm Days (though multiple-orgasm days would be even better). Some fun facts (according to this story over at Glamour) include…
1. People who smoke weed have more orgasms. Like, way more. Pot smokers surveyed were 109 percent more likely to have multiple orgasms.2. Being politically active pays off. People who are more passionate about politics have more multiple orgasms and more orgasms in general.
Presumably because if you’re paying attention to politics, you realize just how fucked you are.
4. Our parents are getting off more than us. Millennials have 12 percent fewer orgasms than boomers. Womp-womp.
Apparently Glamour is staffed by (or at least read by) a bunch of sexually frustrated kids.
And of course…
7. Tech nerds are doing something right. Despite what stereotypes might lead you to believe, people working in computers and electronics have more orgasms than any other profession.
Of course they tend to be alone with their electronic, um, equipment while having them but, hey, an O’s an O, right?
Anyhow, enjoy the day, and, however you manage it, I encourage you to celebrate over and over again.
I guess it’s also National Avocado Day, as well. Got a couple ideas on how to combine the two.
Happy birthday, Jerry.
Yesterday was International Beer Day. Instead of a cause (or at least an excuse – not that an excuse is ever required) for celebration, I found it rather depressing.
I was watching “The Indian Doctor” the other day (good show, by the way – I’m only a few episodes in), and there was a scene where the doctor was coerced into going to the local pub for a few pints of bitter, which his wife wasn’t very happy about.
“Drinking won’t solve any of our problems.”
“I’m not trying to solve our problems, I’m trying to forget them.”
Amen.
And now, a couple of gratuitous pictures of the grandchildren…
We’re thinking about separating them from their parents, but we need to build some cages first.
The kids are gone, and the house is quiet (and empty) again.
I have no idea what this was. I just hope it wasn’t alive when I stepped on it.