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It happens throughout the week but Friday and Saturday more commonly...There are 2 schools of thought on the insertion of foreign objects into the rectal passage.
Some call it a mental illness and some call it a Saturday night.
Either way, I am not here to judge.
I guess if you either don't get it stuck, or can push it out -- it's a Saturday night; if you can't, it's a mental illness (or at least a visit to the ER).There are 2 schools of thought on the insertion of foreign objects into the rectal passage.
Some call it a mental illness and some call it a Saturday night.
There is no dispute about tastes?De gustibus non est disputandum
Forget it. I'm not touching that with a fork or a spoon.There is no dispute about tastes?
I'm not touching that with a fork or a spoon.
A friend of mine showed me this the other day.
Now you know how California collects taxes.
Hard pass
Probably not, those were the days when adults did not mix with nor enter in to the Kid's World and by the same token we steered clear of the Adult World as in "seen but not heard". Only under the most egregious circumstances did we hear from adults.We'd both be in jail.
Good thing we didn't live near each other. We'd both be in jail. One of the quiet but visual things was to get the plastic suit bag from the cleaners, remember those, seal the big end with momma's iron, blow out the pilot lite on the stove, fill the bag with gas, get a fuse about 8 inches long and outside in the street light it let it go. No noise but a great rolling blue and yellow flame . This worked well in the middle 1950s because of the flying saucer scare. The musician across the street would come home drunk from playing in his night club and his wife wouldn't let his in. He sat on the porch and could be counted on to run to the phone booth (remember those) at the gas station and alert the police about the invasion.