Originally Posted by George Steele's Barber
Sex. Actually getting and receiving pleasure. I love to blow my wad. It's like it is some kind of major accomplishment for me. I know this sounds pathetic but I'm rarely let down and it generally leads to my next favorite activity which is sleep.
I don't know, maybe my development was shut down at 14 but I still enjoy those activities as much as anything else. Maybe I'm a hedonistic animal. People bore and disappoint me regularly. My career is just a vehicle for some superficial satisfaction and money (which is the ultimate superficial satisfaction).
Throw a few drinks, some gambling, and chicken wings in with some fucking and a deep long sleep and I'm in heaven.
Actually take away the chicken wings, they can ruin the sex and the sleep but they may lead to another happy event, TAKING A SPECTACULAR DUMP.
Almost nothing beats that 10-15 seconds of pure orgasmic nirvana. I also like the aftereffects of sex (sex proper, that is; although oral sex is pretty fucking sweet, its payoff is nowhere near as good as the one from sex proper). I am a much more tranquil and sedate person afterward (this is probably why all of the women I've had sex with have put out before taking me to something that I'll otherwise find insufferable).
For me, the only thing that ties with sex is that moment when you're finally able to grasp a difficult subject or concept (e.g., Sartre's Being and Nothingness or particle physics). Since this is akin to the payoff from sex proper, I'll call it the mind orgasm.