ehBeth
You made me laugh out loud. And I ain't easy.
Have you been rubbing your prepuce against anything new?
Or anyone new, as the case may be . . .
Indeed - however, I held the second to be subsumed under the first, as it were, and wishing not to appear presumptous in re chosen rubbees.
We will be obliged, first and foremost, to find the proper rubberic under which to categorize the condition . . .
Hell, i ain't no Mennonight, how would i know?
The sufferer must describe the condition of the prepuce before we can go further - preferably with a photograoh attached.
I have, I confess, forgotten who the prepuce's papa is.
Is there an echo in here?
Is there an echo in here?
Seems to be.
Seems to be.
Seems to be.
"For skin!" the prepuce cries,
"For custom, must I die?"
Sad prepuce, caught in the mohel's glare...
Your journey begins, but ends up...where?
That 'splains a lot
That 'splains a lot
That 'splains a lot
That 'splains a lot
That 'splains a lot
cav
Wonderful! Prepuce posey of the elevated sort.
We Anabaptists, quite contrary to what Setanta might suggest, are neither more nor less likely to encourage our prepuces to come in contact with wrongitude (this backs onto a sophisticated theological differentiation between we and Baptists who hold that the prepuce needs no encouragement. Enough already, it has) than anyone else, save Italians, of course.
Let me list:
my underwear (lemon fresh scented Tide-clean)
sheets (Martha Stewart "Bold Bravado" cotton print, king size)
her underwear (Victorian lacy thing...very comfortable actually)
Victorian's secret perhaps?
Was her IN her underwear at the time?
I fear Victoria's Secret may require penicillin.....
Now clapus maximus is not known for killin'
The virginae were all quite willin'
To avoid rejectionus
They took an injectionus
Because the medici had penicillin
They didn't!!!!!
They had superstition, mercury, and pretty much nothing else!
