What the smeg are you saying?
dlowan wrote:patiodog wrote:Vaginal gingiva? Oh, dentata, dentata, I boughta frittata...
When the "moon" hits your eye like a vagina pie, that's dentata.....
Awwwww..... sacs full again, are they? So...this is where the pricking thumbs come in, to anal the pain?
Anal?Geez,ya can't get anything right. The bum thumb thumbs not the bum, dum dum.
ossobuco wrote:What the smeg are you saying?
I'll labia ten to one someone doesn't get that.
Probably not an australian. An australian wood get it.
What masterfull puns, I prostate myself in the presence of greatness.
Apparently you'd bend over backwards to give praise.
patiodog wrote:Apparently you'd bend over backwards to give praise.
Dadpad always gets stuff arse backwards.
You mean DadPap, don't you?
dlowan wrote:patiodog wrote:Apparently you'd bend over backwards to give praise.
Dadpad always gets stuff arse backwards.
Spank god i'm a c untry boy!
Just twhat are you on about?
You know...a thread called "Finally, men shut up about their penii" might have had some sense to it....
Men with penii would be even better.
Good to see you bunny. Knew you'd bring the wit and twatever else you might have at hand.
Penne and putanesca sauce.
Joe(love the sauce)Nation
say Pinus pinea corectly with a straight face to a client...
Is it permissable in a thread like this to call it a doober? My friend, Hack, from Tennessee, used to call it that, when we served together on a destroyer. He would have "right smart" of an object, and he would joke about his "doober." I haven't thought of him in over twenty years.
Too bad I can't spell correctly. I have to go back to hopscotch square one...
schuschlak, my father used to call it. it was a big mystery to me for awhile when i was a kid .... this mysterious bulky schuschlak creature that lived in the men's pants.
With a mind of it's own.
No, really. They are completely on their own. You can be in a very serious discussion about some incredibly important, but boring, problem, like the funding for the 401k program, and you suddenly realize (see? It wasn't you who started it!) that your johnson has awakened from it's morning nap and is trying to rip out the front panel of your suitpants.
"Quiet, bud" You say to it and hope that no one decides that everyone should stand up for a minute. (If you had to go up to the chart on the wall at that moment you would be equipped with two pointers.)
They must have their own brain because this behavior isn't necessarily connected to any particular stimulation, visual or otherwise. One moment they are snuggled sweetly, napping nicely on a couple of ripe pillowly orbs and the next they are ready to stab through steel to any target offered.
Although it must be said, if the perfume of the intern strikes the right note or there is just the slightest extra slice of breast-melon showing momentarily, even on the senior executive partner in charge of hoopie-de-do blah blah blah, the thing just leaps to attention. So there is that.
I was going to say throbs into action, but that is bordering on the profane.
um. What was I saying? Oh yes. The organs that are the subject of this thread do these things entirely without the advice or consent of the brain and the proof of that are those times when the brain is saying "Okay, check out those!! Those lips! Those eyes!! Those those!!" and the esteemed member, if you will, does not react at all.
Not even a twitch.
Joe(of course, I've never had that happen to me, but I've been told..)Nation
