Your Morning Cup of Cabin Porn

revisiting cabin porn now that I live in a cabin

“Each of us has an inner room,

where we can visit to be cleansed of fear-based thoughts and feelings.

Mine’s got a SodaStream.

Why? Because I’m a BOSS, that’s why.”

-Marianne Williamson

It may be hard to believe, but I’ve never really been one to look at cabin porn. Nothing against people who do. Hey, if you wanna sneak into the bathroom and flick your bean to a chalet, that’s your business.

I’ve just never found cabin porn pictures all that appealing. Has that changed, now that I live in a cabin? Let’s find out.

A bit cluttered for my taste, but lovin’ the big donut over the bed.

“Hello, Mr. Real Estate Agent? I need something that might plummet 50 feet at any moment. If there’s one thing I love, it’s a good PLUMMET.”

“I own books, and I want all the mosquitos to know it.”

This one’s nice, but I think I’d find that large rock distracting. Hey rock, MOVE! You’re blocking the view!

“Excuse me, which way to the steampunk orgy?”

Is this a cabin? What the fuck is this?

A lotta questions: Are these people in a relationship, and if so, why are they positioned so awkwardly? Is it more of a “camping with your gay best friend” situation? Why is there only one coffee mug? Why is the woman reading the cabin porn IN the cabin? Too meta.

Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize someone was— You know what? I’ll just go.


ANTIQUE OF THE WIQUE

There’s a lot of antique stores in upstate New York. You’ll find a new discovery here every week!

This week’s antique is……..

Two inbred children looking at a tomato! Aww, how sweet!