Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
The fascination of the abomination
Blame Lilith, who likes to run a class joint over at her blog, but sent me this link knowing full well what I would do with it:
Dig those pelvic thrusts!
More to follow. I’m working on something of considerable religious significance.
D.
Wow.
Ummmm.
Gee.
Hey, and speaking of pelvic thrusts, and eh, all of the connotations thereof, are you aware that, considering my very low blog traffic, a very high percentage of my daily hits are now generated from those searching the web for our favorite search term?
In case you didn’t know, Germans are veddy veddy interested in autocunnilingus. And if you use one of the meta search engines, I’m right on the front page! What grand new vistas you have introduced me to! I’m so pleeeesed!
My husband thinks it’s a hoot though.
I think I have to ditch the statcounter–it’s too addictive and the stats are just too bizarre.
Hmm. And the Germans are into Scheize videos (sp?) if the South Park Movie is to be trusted. Hey Gabriele, what’s up with those German men?
Suisan, I suppose it wouldn’t help if I mentioned autocunnilingus yet again, eh?
Okay, I’m evil, I admit it.
Somehow, not being able to understand the lyrics doesn’t make the song any better. I really really really hate the YMCA song. And it’s played at every single wedding dance I go to. From this I can only deduce the obvious: All DJs have a personal vendetta against me.
That comes off a bit paranoid, doesn’t it. Hmmm. Well, if the tinfoil hat fits…
Must be the fault of old Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. One of the naughtier poems in the Roman Elegies deals with an acrobatic girl who … ahem … doesn’t need a man to have fun down there.
I don’t have speakers at work, but all I can say is “Oh my!”
Someone’s gonna need a hip replacement if he keeps that up.
*dies*
I’m having apocalyptic visions of Elizabethan garb with fringe-y goodness now….I’m not sure if I should be thanking you for this or not.
Hard Gay. No Shit.