


Rhymes with 'Sex Cunt'.
Five things I never ever needed to know about Rex Hunt:
1. That he likes to strip off in public and wank.
2. That he 'gets off' on the possibility of being caught. 'The more public, the greater the danger and the more exciting Rex apparently found it'.
3. That as he masturbates he likes very much if his partner 'looks him straight in the eyes and breathes on him'.
4. That on being told he is 'wonderful', he will 'work himself into a state of excitement'*.
5. That upon climaxing he enjoys shouting 'Oh my God, you are going to kill me; you're going to give me a heart attack'.
IT'S TOO LATE I'M PICTURING IT OH DEAR GOD MAKE IT STOP.
508 days til the next election.
*I think if we're totally honest with ourselves we're all guilty of this one in a way.
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he's such a dirty, dirty dirty old man, ewwwww.
I couldn't think of anything worse than looking in someones eyes and breathing on them whilst they yell "yibbedee yibbadda". *shudder*
Oh come on, Macpunc. We've all done it.
Now I feel... soiled. Next you'll be giving us awful visions of John Howard naked and erect. Oh god, I think I'm gonna puke.
i understand, the best way to get something filthy off your chest is to share it... but ERRR.
"He was affectionate, very touchy-feely" - whenever someone uses that term "Touchy feely", no matter what the context, the squirm factor goes up to 11 for me.
Particularly when it involves a naked Sexy Rexy, double_ewwwww.
I second the ewwwwws.
It would be cold with your pecker out in the chilly Melbourne air.
Lucky the Rex Hunt shop stocks a little beanie for the occasion.
The title of the article in the paper yesterday, and the link today, both have "we did not have sex".
This is completely misleading, because I entered* the article with a 'thank god, she is going to say they just talked ... this is safe post-lunch workplace reading material' mindset.
I exited the article with bile in my throat and hunt in my head.
foul.
* yes, unlike rex i enter
Come on! The poor chap has some odd peccadillo's when it comes to the old doubleback beast – who doesn't have a few strange bones tucked into the sexual closet? I feel sorry for the fact that his are regarded as public domain (although that's just an occupational hazard of being a celeb, if you ask me).
And as far as I'm concerned, if – as I read a few weeks ago – he was unfaithful only 5 or so times in 15 dd years of marriage, the man deserves a gold medal, not vilification!
I always knew he was dodge.
Him and Rene Rivkin*.
Take note boys: next time I say someone's dodge, don't give me that 'but he can't be he's a football/fishing/business hero' crap, 'k?
*I based this simply from perusing the Sotheby's catalogue of his 'art' and furniture: that much preference for white and gold combined I find usually denotes a character of incredible sussness.
What did you expect? The man kisses fish for a living!
So if they didn't 'have sex' ... what counts as sex? Is only actual penetration of a vadge by a penis considered to be sex these days? If it is, all those homophobic folks needn't be getting so worked up because obviously anal/oral/whatever is NOT sex. Nor is wanking.
Bill Clinton has a LOT to answer for.
What on earth should I be teaching my two sons as they grow up!?
"She said she had been questioned by police and the prostitutes collective after the story broke."
She was non-union?
I must say I'm very disappointed after all the build up. I mean, that's it? he likes to get naked in alleys. Big fucking deal! He had to PAY for that?...What a putz.
I was hoping it was a mermaid with a strap-on...[sigh]...
I agree. I read a little about sexy Rexy and quickly fired off an email to The Age to tell them that they're lost.
By the way, what's the name of that semi-famous young French female Right-wing political activist and aspiring politican in her mid-twenties who hates political unions and worships Margaret Thatcher? I typed that exact description of her into two search engines and couldn't find anything about her.
She reminds me of Sophie Mirabella nee Panopolous Model 2006 a lot, only much more sexier. It's such a waste of fine potential!
I just love this sentence:
Hunt, who made his fortune with his eponymous television fishing series, last month tearfully confessed to cheating on his wife in a tabloid newspaper interview and later on his radio station.
I mean, you're asking for trouble when you cheat on her in an actual tabloid interview.
And then to compound it by later cheating on his radio station as well...
Look, the worst thing about this is that it threatens a valuable piece of rhyming slang. I've been using "Rex Hunt" for "cunt" for a few years now, as in "I've had an absolute Rex Hunt of a day". Now if I say that I'm in danger of people thinking I've been stripping off and having beauticians breathe on me.
Rex Hunt’s forthrightness is so commendable (even if it is ewww-inducing) that I thought I'd share a smutty tale from my past.
Some years ago I was a late night presenter on a country radio station. My show consisted of jazz, big band and swing-era music. As is the case on provincial radio, I was producer, panel operator and presenter. I also had the station to myself. One night my girlfriend dropped by just to say hello but as the music played, we foreplayed.
After 4 or so warm-up tracks, I then put on one of the World’s Best Rooting Songs, George Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. It runs for a little over 15 minutes which is more than enough time for most Aussie blokes, including me (but only when I haven’t had sex for ages – like about 8 hours).
So there we are, runting away on the carpet of the studio floor at 11.30pm when the phone rings (well, it doesn’t actually ring, it flashes). I don my headphones and lo-and-behold it’s my fantasy phone sex stalker on the line. I’m not kidding, her regular job was as a Phone Sex Operator so she was very, very good at, errr … talking. She had the huskiest voice, worked from her beautiful boudoir, and genuinely had multiple orgasms while smoothly delivering her patois to clients. That said, she could be annoying because she insisted on me masturbating at the same time as she was masturbating to my voice on the radio.
On this occasion, I tell her I’m masturbating when in fact I’m doing my girlfriend as she’s now bent over the desk in front of me. My girlfriend thinks I’m talking to one of my mates and is turned on by the idea. So, everyone’s having a good time – no loser’s in this almost menage a trois … until the station manager walks in and sacks me on the spot. He’d been trying to ring for a little over 15 minutes.
That dirty,crusty old bugger!
He should have left it at the pashing fish fetish. *shudders*
you're wonderful
Did or did you not remind or even inform people of this sordid affair, people who had managed to put it out of their minds if it was ever in there?
And I'm aware of the irony of me bringing up the subject again.
being spanish/ english I don't know what you problem is his knob needs you
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