If you haven't heard of Rule 34 by now, then you're using the wrong news aggregation service. Never fear, for I am here to reveal the glory of the aforementioned rule, and that self same rule's NSFW proof of concept... To say nothing of the glory holing of Rule Social B 99.1. If you can't risk clicking on that link, that's okay, here's a totally office-safe demonstration: a flickr group for public transit butt sex. Well sort of, if by "butt" you mean "bus," and by "sex" you mean "recovery vehicle." I feel like the guy on the other side of the goatse.cx lens; "when I took the photo I had no idea there was an audience for it..."

I don't know why I keep turning up ridiculous post-porn-humor as I click my way through the network of pipes that people are kvetching about at coffee klatches everywhere.

Maybe it's inevitable now that exhibitionists have found flickr. Or maybe it's just that all Brandon's chickens are coming home to roost, like some depraved Clive Barker plot line. Yeah, those last two links suck. The Rule 34 Cops haven't gotten around to Harry D'Amour Erotic Fan Fiction... yet!

So kiss my cooter owl!