Ever wonder why men fall asleep and women want to cuddle after sex? Well if you haven’t been up with the times, research science has found the answer. Its three main chemicals: Vasopressin, Oxytocin and Serotonin. The research has come up with some interesting facts including why women want to cuddle.

When a couple has sex, the brain releases Vasopressin, Oxytocin and Serotonin. Serotonin, has a calming and relaxing effect, and mixing like a drug coctail with testosterone becomes like a sleeping pill for men, but with women who have low levels of testosterone, but higher levels of estrogen, it becomes the bonding pill, or the cuddle time. This effect is what causes women to form lasting bonds with men and in a sense causes them to become more faithful the more they get this coctail. In a sense addicted to it.

Other approaches are also shedding light on the question. In 2000, Andreas Bartels and Semir Zeki of University College, London, located the areas of the brain activated by romantic love. They took students who said they were madly in love, put them into a brain scanner, and looked at their patterns of brain activity.

The results were surprising. For a start, a relatively small area of the human brain is active in love, compared with that involved in, say, ordinary friendship. �It is fascinating to reflect�, the pair conclude, �that the face that launched a thousand ships should have done so through such a limited expanse of cortex.� The second surprise was that the brain areas active in love are different from the areas activated in other emotional states, such as fear and anger. Parts of the brain that are love-bitten include the one responsible for gut feelings, and the ones which generate the euphoria induced by drugs such as cocaine. So the brains of people deeply in love do not look like those of people experiencing strong emotions, but instead like those of people snorting coke. Love, in other words, uses the neural mechanisms that are activated during the process of addiction. �We are literally addicted to love,� Dr Young observes. Like the prairie voles.

Basically the Love emotion is like cocaine- which makes sense in a way, because if it wasnt so addictive - why would humans do it? Why would mother nature not make a way for us to find a way to continue life?

If you are interested in reading more - check it out here.

When you Google the words “Free Fluffer Pics” the first site you come across is Wetwired. We have achieved number one status on the net for Free Fluffer Pics. But just remember, we at Wetwired promise to never post free fluffer pics. A pact from us to you.

For anyone wondering, the word nike means victory.

Free fluffer pics are one thing you can be sure not to find here at wetwired. That’s right, no free fluffer pics here.

No free fluffer movies either.

I just thought that should be stated.

Consider it a promise from us to you.

No free fluffer pictures. Not here.

Wetwired, fluffer capitol for the internet nation.

fluffer protection:

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We have given up the ghost again. We have let ourselves become lax in our sacred quest to redefine ourselves as the fluffer capitol of the internet. Today when I searched the terms

Lori Sardinha-Costa of Fall River defeated 12 men to take the title of “Sexiest Plumber,” an honor recognized in New York City Monday.

Sardinha-Costa was back on her home turf Tuesday, reliving some of the competition, including telling the judges that she wants to make the world a better place.

“Whenever I go over to houses, I want to fix what’s wrong. I want to save the world,” she said.

Sardinha-Costa is the daughter, sister, and niece of plumbers. When other girls were playing Chutes and Ladders as children, she was playing pipes and wrenches, she said.

“Every little girl thinks of winning a beauty contest, but I never thought I’d win a beauty pageant like this,” she said.

Sardinha-Costa said she’s already getting calls from men asking her to come over to fix a clogged pipe. But before you clog the pipes, Boeri said, think of this — she’s still an apprentice and works with her father.

The contest was held by one of the nation’s leading toilet makers, American Standard.

And what better prize for a plumber than a trip for two to the most famous bowl of all — the Super Bowl in Jacksonville, Fla.

from here.

In her spare time she enjoys being a fluffer while her dad cleans the pipes.

Found this bit of funny news via blogexplosion surfing. This one comes from www.thepoliticalteen.net

Missouri lost a Supreme Court appeal Monday over its decision to bar a Ku Klux Klan group from a highway litter cleanup program.
The court’s rejection, made without comment, means that the KKK chapter must be allowed into Missouri’s Adopt-A-Highway program, which is designed to save money by using volunteers for garbage pickup. Volunteer groups are publicly thanked with signs along the highway acknowledging their help.

The irony in this is: White trash is picking up trash.

Buried under some of the more interesting articles on CNN’s website was this.

BOSTON, Massachusetts (AP) — Civil rights advocates asked authorities Monday to stop collecting DNA samples from men in Truro in their investigation of a fashion writer’s slaying.

You all might remeber Gattica, in which the police could and would collect DNA from everyone and had a national database to tell if you were an undesireable or a regular member of society. Now in order to be undesireable - you had to merely be concieved the old fasioned way and not be a test tube baby.

All I can say is thank god for the ACLU, with out those watch dogs we continue to get one step closer to the science fiction reality that has been hovering over our shoulders even before George Orwell invented the thought police.

Calling it “a serious intrusion on personal privacy” that is unlikely to yield results, the American Civil Liberties Union of Massachusetts sent a letter to Cape Cod prosecutor Michael O’Keefe and Truro Police Chief John Thomas, urging them to end the DNA effort.

In recent weeks, police have gathered DNA samples from hundreds of men in Truro in a renewed effort to solve the January 2002 slaying of Christa Worthington.

Worthington, 46, was found stabbed to death in the kitchen of her isolated Truro home. When her ex-boyfriend discovered her body about 36 hours after she was killed, her 2 1/2-year-old daughter was found nearby, hungry and crying but unharmed.

Worthington had sex shortly before her death, but despite the semen samples, police have not been able to figure out who the man was.

“The mass collection of DNA samples by the police is a serious intrusion on personal privacy that has proven to be both ineffective and wasteful,” said the letter from ACLU Executive director Carol Rose and John Reinstein, the organization’s legal director.

The letter raised concerns about statements from O’Keefe, who indicated that investigators would take note of those who decline a swab of the inside of their mouths.

Mass DNA collection has been used to crack criminal cases in Europe, but in this country the technique has been used only sporadically.

Authorities in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, collected DNA swabs from about 1,200 men in 2003 in an attempt to catch a serial killer. An arrest was eventually made, but authorities say it wasn’t the result of the mass DNA effort.

Investigators in Virginia and Nebraska have also done mass DNA testing, with little success.

Go to google and type fluffer. Around page 9 you’ll find wetwired. Lets make that change to page 1.

Well, the day has come where you can sell your forehead to the highest bidder for adspace. People have long dreamed of selling their bodys to science, now we are selling our bodies to companies for advertising and marketing. Does that strike you as odd? Here is the story.

With all the advertising around us, it’s not always easy coming up with a message consumers will notice. One Omaha man wants to use his head to get the word out.

They’re everywhere, from billboards to inside magazines to the sides of buses. Some people even wear them on the street. The average American is exposed to more than 1,600 advertisements each day. If you think ads already appear everywhere imaginable, look again. One self-proclaimed “average Joe” has come up with a new place for an ad, atop his head. Twenty-year-old Andrew Fischer is leasing his forehead on e-Bay. “I’m basically going to be a billboard for 30 days.” The highest bidder will have the rights to put any company name, logo, or message on his forehead. “It’s really not a normal thing.” As of Sunday, Fischer has had close to 30 bidders and dozens of questions from potential clients. “How big is your forehead? It is a big one, no pun intended on big.”

“In some ways it’s just a logical extension of what we’ve already been exposed to,” said Jonna Holland, a marketing professor at the University of Nebraska at Omaha, who isn’t surprised by the notion of a forehead ad. “The key is to do something that pushes the envelope, that someone is creative to get the consumer to notice the message and break through the clutter.” But Holland said creativity alone doesn’t necessarily make for a successful advertisement. “Just catching someone’s attention is just the first step and obviously the most crucial. But once you’ve got the consumer’s attention, if the message doesn’t make sense to them or doesn’t stay with them or hasn’t moved them, it hasn’t done any good.” Fischer said he’s happy with the response, even if his parent’s aren’t nearly as thrilled. “What would you think if your son said he was going to advertise on his face?”

Professor Holland is concerned about the direction we’re going. If advertising on a forehead is someday no longer considered outlandish, then perhaps using any body part may be acceptable, including those some may find distasteful.

At last check, the top bidder for Fischer’s forehead was $172.50.

No fluffers were involved in the posting of this particular post, but maybe later..

You’ll remember sometime ago I started a campaign to make wetwired #1 on google searches for fluffers. Well we got busy and the fluffer campaign died. I’m starting it back up again. So take the button below if you’re willing to help the wetwired campaign to be #1 in fluffers on the internet. And real fluffers you’re welcome to email me. To save the file right click>Save Picture As> upload to your own site and link back to wetwired.

(image borrowed from Night Owl - hopefully he won’t mind.. if he does i’ll take another pic, but i asked)

I got back from Wetwired East (AKA BR, LA) the other day, and only today did I remember that I had a story to tell of my trip.

But first… a poem!

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There’s no poem.

Ahem… ANYWAY, I was back in LA and decided to go by the Baton Rouge Flea Market- because, well, sometimes you need to feel better about yourself and there are few better ways to do it than by going to that particular flea market. Works every time.

So, I’m walking along through the flea market and I see a new stand: “Free Stress Test! Stop and Inquire!” Working the stand is a clean cut young male in a long sleeve shirt and tie. On the table in front of him? Dozens of copies of the book “Dianetics,” by L. Ron Hubbard.

That’s right. The Scientologists had invaded the Baton Rouge Flea Market.

I suppose in hindsight it was inevitable. After all, they had tried to insinuate their “belief system” through other nefarious means. Going after the unknowing was just the next step, when you think about it.

(By the way, if you haven’t guessed I’m not exactly a fan of Scientology. I think the whole thing is a scam at best, and a crock of steaming, festering, cant-get-it-out-of-your-mind-or-off-your-show dog shit at worst. That they’re going after not-so-intellectuals at the flea market is unsurprising.)

As I go through the flea market, I see the usual cavalcade of crap- illegal copies of movies, old rusty tools, cheap knockoff toys, “fine leatherware” and other items I had no interest in buying. As I’m walking to my car, i see what I knew was going to happen. The young guy in the booth was guiding someone (who I’m guessing happened to fail that stress test- what a shocker!) through the keys to reducing stress, as listed in this handy guide to living your life from L. Ron Hubbard himself! I was this close to going up to the woman and saying “Hey, are you sure you want to get in on this?” but the fact that I didn’t feel like dealing with the guy stopped me.

So, I say this. If you happen to go by the Baton Rouge Flea Market and see the “stress test?” If you go through with it, make sure you have a little fun with the guy before getting out of there.

Out.

Guess who is number one in the search engines? Google it.

There

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