My sex misconceptions
Freddy Woo writes, "aged eight, a boy from my class told me everything these was to know about sex: male prostitutes are called destitutes and women use tampons to stop men sticking their willies up them. Also, women pee out their bums, something I didn't realise was wrong until I was about 18 and my first girlfriend looked at me aghast."
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( , Thu 25 Sep 2008, 15:54)
Freddy Woo writes, "aged eight, a boy from my class told me everything these was to know about sex: male prostitutes are called destitutes and women use tampons to stop men sticking their willies up them. Also, women pee out their bums, something I didn't realise was wrong until I was about 18 and my first girlfriend looked at me aghast."
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zero points for conception/misconception jokes
( , Thu 25 Sep 2008, 15:54)
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mmm trampy
When I was around 7 or 8 I was walking through town with my mother and we stopped to hear a busker play.
Now this was quite an occurrence for me as I lived in a small rural town and we never had this sort of entertainment. Looking back he was obviously a travelling itinerant; semi vagrant with weird long hair, a beard and strange clothes. But he was strumming away and singing so I was happy.
On our way home laden down with groceries and a copy of The Beano we saw him again. This time he was hunched over in a doorway and was jerking about with a strange look on his face. To my innocent mind it looked like he was in pain so I said to my mother ‘mummy what’s wrong with that man?’
She looked at me fondly, patted my head and said:
‘don’t worry dear it’s just minstrel cramps’
( , Tue 30 Sep 2008, 16:49, 3 replies)
When I was around 7 or 8 I was walking through town with my mother and we stopped to hear a busker play.
Now this was quite an occurrence for me as I lived in a small rural town and we never had this sort of entertainment. Looking back he was obviously a travelling itinerant; semi vagrant with weird long hair, a beard and strange clothes. But he was strumming away and singing so I was happy.
On our way home laden down with groceries and a copy of The Beano we saw him again. This time he was hunched over in a doorway and was jerking about with a strange look on his face. To my innocent mind it looked like he was in pain so I said to my mother ‘mummy what’s wrong with that man?’
She looked at me fondly, patted my head and said:
‘don’t worry dear it’s just minstrel cramps’
( , Tue 30 Sep 2008, 16:49, 3 replies)
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