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and use it as a dildo
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:05, 3 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
The forward planning aspect of it all is more than a little odd in itself (as if sticking a frozen poo up someone is not weird enough on its own) - imagine the thought process...
'I need to defecate - brilliant! I'll do it onto a baking sheet and freeze it, because I've got GERALD, 96, A PROFESSIONAL CHUTNEY-TASTER FROM RICKMANSWORTH coming round tomorrow for some gaylolz'
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:11, Reply)
Does anyone else feel a bit conflicted about it? I mean, on the one hand I know logically that it's a perfectly natural bodily function etc. etc. but on the other I always come away from the loo feeling as if I have somehow dishonoured myself.
Am I alone in thinking this way or do other B3tans share my misgivings?
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:15, Reply)
There are ways to loosen the exit hole
Apparently
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:19, Reply)
I have to say I'm not overly keen on being 'at stool'. I too feel a faint feeling of shame and self-revulsion. Personally I like to deal with it by being flogged by prostitutes in the Spitalfields area. It's not for everyone, I grant you, but it certainly works for me.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:20, Reply)
So you heap a large dose of shame upon a smaller one in the hope that they somehow cancel each other out, rather like homeopathy in reverse. Well, any excuse to get gang-flogged by Spitalfield sluts.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:23, Reply)
stem, in part, from the fact that your short thighs result in you sitting on the karzi with your feet dangling several inches from the floor?
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:37, Reply)
Unlike men of so-called normal stature I can kick my legs hither and thither on the khazi in the manner of a lesson-weary child.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:41, Reply)
Would you satisfy my curiosity re Bowie. Was it the man, the music or a specific event entailing either that has burdened you with loathing?
I hasten to add that I am largely indifferent to Ziggy.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:50, Reply)
and what if you'd eaten too much curry and it wouldn't hold its shape or you had like those little round poos. Then, waht if you're mum came round and saw it in the freezer and thought it was chocolate?
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:16, Reply)
widely accepted practices? *wilfully misunderstanding here in the hope of further sick descriptive prose*
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:08, Reply)
involving a stepladder
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:10, Reply)
/maritalthighlengthincompatibilitylols
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:16, Reply)
Sportscow's pillow advice was spot-on *smugs*
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:20, Reply)
Since the bleaching didn't work
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:21, Reply)
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:25, Reply)
and peppermint essence can cure this. An option Happybara appears to have already explored
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:27, Reply)
The syringe thing was a total non-event. Really. I can't overstate how utterly unerotic it was. They talk about the banality of evil. This was the banality of self-insemination.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:31, Reply)
to only go on B3ta when completely sober. I really should.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:34, Reply)
It's there; It's part of nature's great plan and we should all just jolly well flare our nostrils and take a deep, deep breath.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:29, Reply)
But I just believe it to be the natural odour of the healthy female anus in a state of arousal. And it is just musk, not excrement that assails the nostrils. My wife's hygiene is beyond reproach.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:25, Reply)
Also, good for you.
Right, the "live action" version of space docking involves a woman with powerful thigh and pelvic muscles so she can keep her gaping flange turned upwards, expectantly, for a prolonged period of time. It helps, of course, if the target area is so well-worked that it resembles some kind of Venus flytrap. The gentleman clambers atop a stepladder (or, for the more adventurous fellow, a pommel horse) and aims blindly for the fanny.
Pre-event meals should not include vindaloos.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:25, Reply)
but I suppose you only had one hand free
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:33, Reply)
The name doesn't appear to bear much relation to the act. I had half a suspicion there was some form of sexual acrobatics involving hanging from a rope or summat.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:09, Reply)
No-one's buying your wide-eyed innocent routine here, Kroners - you dirty fucking Dusseldorf log-meister, you.
(, Tue 10 May 2011, 17:12, Reply)
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