Is that the thing with the colostomy holes?
ETA - ain't no way I'm googling in work to check.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Is that the thing with the colostomy holes?
ETA - ain't no way I'm googling in work to check.
::ignores disturbing talk of whatever vore is::
I just read Isner is 6'9". That's tall for tennis, isn't it? Well, I guess that's just plain tall anywhere, but still.
Is that the thing with the colostomy holes?
No -- from wikipedia: vorarephilia (often shortened to vore) is a sexual fetish and paraphilia where arousal occurs from the idea of being eaten or by the process of eating. The fantasy may involve the person being swallowed alive, and may or may not include digestion.
Again, I say in a not-trying-to-judge way: OMGVOREWTF?!?
::ignores disturbing talk of whatever vore is::
I am with Amy on this.
Good morning to you all. I had an almost full night of sleep last night for the first time in weeks. It barely put a penny in my sleep debt.
where arousal occurs from the idea of being eaten or by the process of eating
Oooh. The clue is in the name.
In one of my old workplaces we used to have a running competition about who could find the most outlandish fetish and prove it existed. That would have been a good one.
I went to McDonnalds and placed my order. Then someone after me placed the same order. She got her order right away, and I had to wait five minutes while they were all confused before they figured out there were two orders for a sausage egg mcgriddle.
This happened last week too. Bastards.
Oh, and for some reason there are two eggs on our lawn. Chicken eggs.
Oh, and for some reason there are two eggs on our lawn. Chicken eggs.
Clearly you were supposed to make your own McGriddle.
Clearly you were supposed to make your own McGriddle.
At first I thought maybe God was compensating me for the late McGriddles. But it wasn't a very good job (I don't know if they're even cooked). Maybe God made His intern Kevin do it.
Jesus, you found vore links when searching for Where the Wild Things are clips?!?
Actually, what I find most disturbing about this is that the scene in question involves a child. Sexualizing digestion, okay, not my thing, but I'm not going to judge. But sexualizing kids is hands down blanket statement NOT OKAY.
I went to McDonnalds and placed my order. Then someone after me placed the same order. She got her order right away, and I had to wait five minutes while they were all confused before they figured out there were two orders for a sausage egg mcgriddle.
This happens at coffee to us all the time. It happened where we had to wait an extra 10 minutes for a damn latte that someone else picked up off the hot bar. The irony is the guy came back and returned the stolen drink that he snatched because IT WASN'T RIGHT. No shit, asshole. It wasn't a mocha because we ordered a latte.
ARGH.