Years ago my daughter and I found out that an echidna penis has four heads and were trying to find out if was true (it is). That search led to something called "The Church of the Whale Penis". We also found out about a penis museum in Iceland. That day we learned about Rasputin's penis. Supposedly it is in a jar somewhere. Oy.
I am the prude of the family. I swear I was adopted, but from a familiar point-of-view my mom was the odd one out. The woman collected penises! Growing up we always had the things. When we lived in the Springs the managers of Hot Topics and a similar shop (whose name escapes me-it has been almost 40 years) used to call her whenever they got new merchandise they thought she would like. Keep it mind I am not talking about sex toys, even though she probably had them. Thankfully I never saw them. No, these are the gag type gifts. My girls are the same ages of the youngest two girls of a Mormon family down the road. They all went to the same school until high school. I had told their mom about my mother and Mrs. A loved it. The family went on vacation and brought back an item for me to send to my mom. It was a coffin that when you opened it the body popped out with a boner! Mom of course loved it. Mormons get a bad rap, but overall, they seem to not take themselves too seriously.
Mom had penis-shaped everything. One year my sister took her to lunch for her birthday. Mom could barely tell me what happened due to laughing so hard. They went to an Italian restaurant. My brother-in-law had already talked to the crew there and they had prepared a "special" meal for mom. The staff had gathered around to gauge mom's reaction when she saw her meal. On top of a bed of angel hair pasta was a sausage and two meatballs. There was a drizzle of Alfredo sauce...
She absolutely loved it. I wish there had been photos. This was years before smart phones.
If you want to be armed with more material than you can ever use pick up a copy of “God’s Doodle: The Life And Times of the Penis” by Tom Hickman and you’ll never be at a loss for conversation starters again.
I'm looking forward to reading Carl Hiaasen's new book. He is a Floridian and so likes to make the King from Mar A Lago one of his objects of ridicule, as you do so well, Lee. Thanks for the info on the Proud Boys rule, now I'm wondering what other rules are to be observed by the members. (Oops "members")
My one criticism - calling women "broads" but I get what you did with the word play, so no problem, ha!
OMG Lee, I have wracked my brain for a good comeback, but it's just not cumming to me yet.
That's the kind of off-color remark I wish I'd made first.
Years ago my daughter and I found out that an echidna penis has four heads and were trying to find out if was true (it is). That search led to something called "The Church of the Whale Penis". We also found out about a penis museum in Iceland. That day we learned about Rasputin's penis. Supposedly it is in a jar somewhere. Oy.
I am the prude of the family. I swear I was adopted, but from a familiar point-of-view my mom was the odd one out. The woman collected penises! Growing up we always had the things. When we lived in the Springs the managers of Hot Topics and a similar shop (whose name escapes me-it has been almost 40 years) used to call her whenever they got new merchandise they thought she would like. Keep it mind I am not talking about sex toys, even though she probably had them. Thankfully I never saw them. No, these are the gag type gifts. My girls are the same ages of the youngest two girls of a Mormon family down the road. They all went to the same school until high school. I had told their mom about my mother and Mrs. A loved it. The family went on vacation and brought back an item for me to send to my mom. It was a coffin that when you opened it the body popped out with a boner! Mom of course loved it. Mormons get a bad rap, but overall, they seem to not take themselves too seriously.
Mom had penis-shaped everything. One year my sister took her to lunch for her birthday. Mom could barely tell me what happened due to laughing so hard. They went to an Italian restaurant. My brother-in-law had already talked to the crew there and they had prepared a "special" meal for mom. The staff had gathered around to gauge mom's reaction when she saw her meal. On top of a bed of angel hair pasta was a sausage and two meatballs. There was a drizzle of Alfredo sauce...
She absolutely loved it. I wish there had been photos. This was years before smart phones.
If you want to be armed with more material than you can ever use pick up a copy of “God’s Doodle: The Life And Times of the Penis” by Tom Hickman and you’ll never be at a loss for conversation starters again.
I imagine there are some conversation stoppers in there as well.
I'm looking forward to reading Carl Hiaasen's new book. He is a Floridian and so likes to make the King from Mar A Lago one of his objects of ridicule, as you do so well, Lee. Thanks for the info on the Proud Boys rule, now I'm wondering what other rules are to be observed by the members. (Oops "members")
My one criticism - calling women "broads" but I get what you did with the word play, so no problem, ha!