Holy mother of god.
My word.
I'm afraid I'm with Erin on the mad giggles at the feathers, myself. I may need a Bondage Duck, though.
I'd be such an embarrassment at a leather party, I'm afraid I'd be collapsing in laughter every five seconds.
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Holy mother of god.
My word.
I'm afraid I'm with Erin on the mad giggles at the feathers, myself. I may need a Bondage Duck, though.
I'd be such an embarrassment at a leather party, I'm afraid I'd be collapsing in laughter every five seconds.
I saw her in other shots, and she looks like Angelia Jolie's French sister. If she had one.
Up Periscope!
I remember going to Chicago sex shops with the Buffistas and being absolutely goggled to find out that speculums were consided sex toys by some.
That periscope scares me. Or something.
That periscope scares me. Or something.
I think it'd be... disapointing. You'd probably be all excited to use it, and then after five minutes you'd be all, "Is that all there is?"
I think it'd be...dark. I mean, one orifice is pretty much like the other, right? It's like the doctor looking in your ears.
It reminds me of the joke about the kids, the dog, the cork and the monkey. Kids get a dog. It won't stop crapping. Mom says "fix it or the dog goes." Kids get a cork and cork the dog up. Dog keeps getting bigger. Kids figure they better remove the cork before the dog explodes. None of the kids want to do it. Buy a monkey and train it to remove corks. Puts the monkey in a room with the dog. Little kid, "All I saw was shit, shit, shit." Second kid, "All I saw was shit, shit, shit." Third kid, "All I saw was that poor monkey trying to put the cork back in."
Periscopes scare me.
Well, it has a headlight.
(whimpering with laughter)
Not over the periscope - over Sail's joke. The periscope, not so much.