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December 23, 2014 | Uncategorized | matt-ralston | 0 Comments
New video of the Ray and Janay Rice elevator brawl appears to show them intimately kissing each other while handcuffed and being escorted out of the casino. I’m not condoning violence against women, but this begs the honest question: What if that’s just what they’re into? If two guys can shove mayonnaise jars up each other’s asses in the privacy of their own homes, why can’t these two punch each other in an elevator? Up until the New World Order installed cameras everywhere a few years back two people alone in an elevator was still considered private. What’s next, you can’t jerk off on the airplane without being labeled a skyjacker? Yes, that one sucked.
I’m pretty sure there are legalized dungeons all across Manhattan where you have to pay for this kind of treatment. These things progress. You start with some light choking. A year into the relationship there are some chains involved, and pretty soon you’re just clocking each other and rhetorically talking about it while you’re having passionate and bounded sex later on. We need to accept all sexual proclivities. If that means a chick likes it rougher than your taste, take a hike you dirty fucking bigot. Or she’s just locked in a vicious cycle of abuse. These aren’t all touchdowns.