10 entirely invented motivational quotations for writers

10 entirely invented motivational quotations for writers.

Stuffed dogs

Stuffed dogs

If tweaking nipples doesn’t float your boat, sorry CK, how about this? In a modern art gallery in the Marais district

A stuffed dog proudly erect, on a plinth decorated with Hindu style heavy ceremonial caparisons, necklaces, feathers, bells, horns, a parasol and more ornate and intriguing festooning embellishment.

What is the artist, or sculptor, attempting to convey through this symbolism?

Any thoughts?

Nipple Tweakers

Nipple Tweakers

I’ve decided we should all move to Paris so that we can enjoy, this beautiful, and very erotic French Renaissance painting from 1595 which is in the Louvre, shall we go?


Do you fancy a super zingtastic pick me up?
One that will make you feel like a health goddess or god and will make your heart shiver with heat and sparkle with health?
Created by the Sky Team‘s own personal chef and one which the delectably, lithe Wiggo enjoys?

All you need are these three:


Orange juice, preferably with the bits (why would anyone not want the bits?)
Fresh Ginger for the ZING
Carrots (so you can see in the dark)

Finely grate a carrot, a knob of ginger and throw into the whizzer, pour in the glass of OJ and a few ice-cudes – whizz.

Ta daaaaahhh!


Hello Fatty

Thought that might get your attention!

Now why did you read that? Because you think I am referring to you? Do we all feel like fatties? Though your not – OK???!!! We are, mostly, pretty bloody average, thanks very much…yeah, honey, ave.er.age…

I fast two days a week, to rid moi of larding fat – the stuff that I enthuse with for the other five days – via my, onion ring, crisp fetish and vino delovely. But actually, according to my old man, my own female perception is somewhat skewed, (Huh? Surely not). As according to him indoors: “your alright love”….Hmmm.

Thanks babe – so why the pain? Can I blame it entirely on my brother who spent the majority of my paranoic-infested, love-stricken, fashion foolish, teenage years calling me fatso, fatty arbuckle and similar names of fat-fueled wrath? (I do, for the record, blame him – thanks Matt.)

But, out in the greater, wider, wiser, considerably cooler world are true fatties, proper fatsos who are proud of their curves, who embrace their thunder thighs; these chicks are delivering an enormous porcine spear to their boney model counterparts in their meteoric rise and general attitude of: ‘sod you all’…


These laydees, quite frankly, have got it going on.

They are loud and proud, and boy should we give them full respect as we fester away on our 5:2 diets and skinny jeans…we are sheep my friends – mere, bloody sheep.

PicMonkey Collage7They believe that fashion should belong to everyone, and for me, and my biscuits – I gotta tell you. This is true fashion.

Being utterly true to yourself, and wearing whatever the hell you want, however the hell you look (to the outside world and not your inner one).

How many of us actually, honestly, follow that path?


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