As an adult heterosexual who has no interest in making love to an anthropomorphical fox typing "YIFF! YIFF!" into the chat window in capital letter synchronicity with every virtual thrust, I don't play Second Life. Yet maybe I should start, if this post from John Edwards' Blog is anything to go by...
Read those words aloud, slowly, letting each one run sensuously over the papillae of your tongue. There is no way to get to 'feces spewing obscenity' without having what can only be described as a verbo-gastronomic orgasm.
I love the shrill, hysteria-laced tone of the post. It continues:
This is the modern-day equivalent of hippies freaking out the squares. You see countless news stories about this, over and over again: the gray humorless drones of political parties or corporations rushing to establish a presence in Second Life because it's the thing to do, only to find themselves staring directly into the collective Goatse.cx of the Internet's soul.
John Edwards Second Life HQ Vandalized [John Edwards' Blog]
