I once had a wooden mechanical pencil.
That bit your sister?
God that would make maturbation noisy.
click click click clickclickclickclick
Heh, this reminds me of a Billy Connolly bit about the word wanking and how the term came from the sound noisy bed springs make when you do it.
I think I'm going to blow my cover with the Sales Guy in the next cube. There's only so much snorking you can do and try to disguise it as a cough.
Plus, the answer to the question "What's so funny?" would be really hard to explain.
Informal poll (that almost came out pole):
Which is worse
- sticking a pencil up your dick and it heading for your bladder or
- sticking a thermometer (you get to pick alcohol or mercury) up your dick and having it break?
Informal poll (that almost came out pole):
Neither of those things will ever happen to me so I'm not gonna think about it la la la la...
But the mercury poisoning would suck....
This discussion is starting to sound like the scary side of fanfic.
The latter.
Broken glass -- eeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww!
(Males -- don't say I didn't warn you.) Plus mercury poisoning issues.
Mercury poisoning plus shards of broken glass? So glad I'm not possessed of the right equipment....
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eta: Um, it's obvious that this is not work-safe, right?
eta²:
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I think tommy's URL needs to be fully exposed. It's a marvel of coochie:
http://www.yoni.com/vulvas/holidayvulvas.html.
I'm not clicking on it, because of work and all. But it's satisfying just to read.
I read a horrid romance novel once that talked about the hero writing messages of love on the (I'm sorry to say) womb of the heroine. At the time I wondered what the writing instrument was.
OMG.
Now I'm thinking about a President's Day vulva.