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Another Edumacational Post *Author's note: Some anatomically correct terms have been replaced by more acceptable words, denoted with an *, to deliberately confuddle the ff censors. So here I am again, breathless with the excitement of sharing with all you glorious folks out there another saucy tidbit about men, women, and their body parts. Or more specifically, men, a woman, and those body parts. Melissa Noble of YourTango wrote an article entitled "Sexy Stupid Human Tricks" which got me gaping over my morning coffee. To find out what made me resemble a slack jawed Mark Sanford (which, admittedly, doesn't take much effort on his part), read on: Just when we were beginning to feel as if we've got it going on in terms of sexual prowess, a few uber-talented upstarts swoop in to make us look like amateurs. Typical. Take Tatiata Kozhevnikova for instance. Tatiata is a Russian overachiever who has the world's strongest coochie*. Yes, you read that correctly. Her hoo-ha* is strong–like, in a Mr. Universe kind of a way. Unfortunately, we don't think it's bulging with muscles (but haven't seen any pictures...). She's exercised her nether regions the way we do our abs for the past 15 years and now Ms. Kozhevnikova broke some sort of world records after she lifted 14 kilograms worth of weights‒ almost 31 pounds with her tunnel of love*. (shudder) How does one get a stronger va-jay-jay*? Wonderful question. Glad you asked. This was Tatiata's workout regime: "After I had a , my intimate muscles got unbelievably weak. I read books on Dao and learned that ancient women used to deal with this problem using wooden balls. I looked around, saw a Murano glass ball and inserted it in my honey pot*. You insert one of the balls in your love box*, and it has a string attached to it with a little hook at the very end. You fix a second ball onto this hook. It’s enough to exercise your * (ok, ok, I've run out of euphemisms) five minutes a day, ladies, and in just one week you’ll be able to give yourself and your man unforgettable pleasure in bed." Next we have a group of men who are good with their hands, have vision and think outside the box. True artists. But instead of carving woodland creatures or throwing clay, they create skin shapes out of their pen1ses. Again, yes, you read that correctly. Puppetry of the Pen1s (we can't make this stuff up) is an ensemble of men who strip down and show audiences how pliable their pen1s skin truly is by "shaping, folding and manipulating them into the shapes and likenesses of food items, wildlife and international landmarks." They'll start performing Off-Broadway in New York City in August. Sounds nice. One minute it's a flaccid pen1s and the next it's the Easter Bunny. How cute. The Puppetry of the Pen1s will put the balloon twisting clowns out of business. Just watch. Now I'm wondering if anybody out there was, like me, sick enough to actually speculate over what would actually happen if Tatiata ever hooked up with one of them Puppetry guys? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho instead of Oh God in the throes of passion. |
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Well, if Mrs Bobbit had strengthened her coochi muscles that way, she could have had her revenge on Mr Bobbit in the apparent throes of passion without opening herself to a charge of Grevious Bodily Harm (as it would be in Britain). The mind boggles! Now, as for my 'Little Puppet', all amazing performances will continue to be in private, and completely free to the right lady! At this point I'd better rein in my imagination. PS: Lady Munchy, where do you find these snippets? Should your family be concerned about your reading habits? hehehehe
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OMG! I wonder if he named that puppet The Animal? Cookie Monster? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Well, if Mrs Bobbit had strengthened her coochi muscles that way, she could have had her revenge on Mr Bobbit in the apparent throes of passion without opening herself to a charge of Grevious Bodily Harm (as it would be in Britain). The mind boggles! Now, as for my 'Little Puppet', all amazing performances will continue to be in private, and completely free to the right lady! At this point I'd better rein in my imagination. PS: Lady Munchy, where do you find these snippets? Should your family be concerned about your reading habits? hehehehe That said, will not ask you if puppet strings are part of your arsenal. *snerk* I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Dangit, I thought Kegels were the only way to go, too. Now I have to actually invest in Murano glass balls??? Um, thanks but no thanks. Too true re them danglies not being that attractive whilst pointing down. (And it's my birthday present to you, leading you down the path of perdition) I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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7/10/2009 1:55 pm |
Wonderful post! Just added a "sexy" post to my blog and I thought what I posted was shocking enough. Errm, really interesting, especially the Vajay work out.
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7/11/2009 4:25 am |
That's got to hurt A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
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I can see the movie title now ~ Ms. Ball-buster meets Mr. Dancing Potato-head, a genital Odyssey ~
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Wonderful post! Just added a "sexy" post to my blog and I thought what I posted was shocking enough. Errm, really interesting, especially the Vajay work out. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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That's got to hurt God, the things they showed me way back in college. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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God, now I have the Rocky theme in my head. Wonder if she can fit boxing gloves in there? (Stops before the rest of my imagination runs away from me) I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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I can see the movie title now ~ Ms. Ball-buster meets Mr. Dancing Potato-head, a genital Odyssey ~ God, now I'm remembering stories told to me by my nurse friends from all over the world online, of the stuff they've seen while in the ER being yanked out of women's coochies. One of them was, get this--a light bulb. Another was, and I kid you not--a cellphone, and not one of those tiny ones, too. Gack! I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Quick, Tex! Get that title copyrighted before they steal it from here! God, now I'm remembering stories told to me by my nurse friends from all over the world online, of the stuff they've seen while in the ER being yanked out of women's coochies. One of them was, get this--a light bulb. Another was, and I kid you not--a cellphone, and not one of those tiny ones, too. Gack! Ohhhhh I know about some of those strange stories about people and their orifices I have never gotten over the one about the movie actor Richard Greer having to go to the hospital to get the gerbil (little rat) extracted from his ass, because the tail had broken off when he tried to pull it back out.... gad zooooks
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You know, I'm rethinking this whole clown thing now....maybe they are on to something! I run away from them as soon as I see them, maybe if I stick around I'd see some very interesting, uh, formations.... Nah. Clowns still freak me out. Not even a Penis Weiner Dog could make me change my mind! There's a fine line between curiosity and stupidity.
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Learned something new, huh, LL? *ponders sending LL Murano balls for Christmas* (heehee) I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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dully noted on the copyright this thought had me laughing for hours ... naughty, naughty brain of mine .. hehehe Ohhhhh I know about some of those strange stories about people and their orifices I have never gotten over the one about the movie actor Richard Greer having to go to the hospital to get the gerbil (little rat) extracted from his ass, because the tail had broken off when he tried to pull it back out.... gad zooooks There's this comedy sketch Ricky Gervais had of how a guy had a wine bottle shoved up his bum and then claimed it was an accident. God, THAT cracked me up. So many strange people everywhere, huh, Tex? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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You know, I'm rethinking this whole clown thing now....maybe they are on to something! I run away from them as soon as I see them, maybe if I stick around I'd see some very interesting, uh, formations.... Nah. Clowns still freak me out. Not even a Penis Weiner Dog could make me change my mind! Speaking of which, did you know that Oscar Mayer III just died? Am not gonna make jokes about him and the Weinermobile, no siree. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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I think they debunked that gerbil story eventually--but it was fun while it lasted. There's this comedy sketch Ricky Gervais had of how a guy had a wine bottle shoved up his bum and then claimed it was an accident. God, THAT cracked me up. So many strange people everywhere, huh, Tex? u r a nut ... no doubt
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yep it is a little scary that I think of you and I as NORMAL its the rest of the world that's in denial that this stuff is going on u r a nut ... no doubt Awww, you say the nicest things. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Gee, now I wonder if Tatiata has some sort of boot camp for training other women? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Pull your skin over your head?? Gosh darn it, Dean--you just fried my brain. Congratulations! I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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I just look normal on the outside, Tex. Awww, you say the nicest things. Hey wonder if I could find a picture of that in the vastness of the internet ..
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I'm still smoking, halp! I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Apparently my posts are just too hot to handle, Alec. Tsssssssssssssssssssssssss. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Yuck someone on here, gave me a mental image of an big, old and wrinkled " Wiener-mobil" ... blowing bubbles out the tail-pipe ... AAAAakKKkkk Hey wonder if I could find a picture of that in the vastness of the internet .. Um, not that I was thinking of his old and wrinkled... Never mind. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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You know, when you said "old and wrinkled Wiener-mobil," I remembered Oscar Meyer III just recently died at 95. Um, not that I was thinking of his old and wrinkled... Never mind. and you are a brave nut your husband is very lucky hehehehehe
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