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calumdown said:
i believe some people of certain sexual differences squidge them up inside as a preference.
and maybe sumo wrestlers.

it just feels so nice to have them hanging down.

it has to be said i do find myself having to quickly readjust things when i get into a car,
but other than that it seems to be beneficial.
i'm sure my spermcount is higher.
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If you need to increase your sperm count, it is apparently beneficial to sit with them dangling in a bowl of iced water. Rather you than me.
 
Ever wondered why a blow job is so called? After all, the action is sucking not blowing. Well, the term comes from American military slang imported into Britain in the Second World War. The American term was ‘a below job.’ So, location, not action; wonder no more.
 
Bill Walker said:
True story, the dangers of living in high rise buildings...
I lived on the 44th floor for 8 years, glad to be back in a house, although I do miss the views.



. Tonight I talked to a good friend who lives on the 75th Floor of the Q1 Building in Surfers Paradise, and who is a long time Resident there.

At 77 Floors, this still remains one of the tallest Residential Buildings in the Southern Hemisphere.

He and his wife (a retired couple in their mid-seventies), were awakened by the Fire Alarm sounding, and their Intercom PA system advising them to immediately evacuate the Building.

My friend then slightly opened his Unit door and found the corridor completely blocked off by dense, black, acrid smoke.

Access to the Fire Escape Stairs was not possible.

You cannot imagine how traumatic that must have been for them.


2. He immediately closed the door and sealed it as best he could with damp towels.

3. They were then advised over the Intercom Public Address System that the the Floors up to 25 Level were to be evacuated first, followed by those on up to the 60 Level.

4. A subsequent Intercom announcement instructed Residents to stay in their Units. The evacuation was reportedly unsafe (risk of smoke inhalation), and was proving to be too slow.

5. Fortunately his Unit has a Balcony window which can be fully opened, but apparently other Units in his Building can only open their windows 250mm or so (Statutory child safety requirement).

6. There is extensive smoke damage in the Building and significant residual smoke odours within his Unit tonight.

7. Those that did make it to the Fire Stairs found smoke there as well, obviously because the Fire Doors once opened, allowed the immense volume of smoke backed up in the corridors to infiltrate the Stair Well.

8. He was advised that the Fire started at the base of the Rubbish Chute.

9. There had been problems with chute blockages and maintenance issues over the years.

Scary shit.
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And just a quick mention to the bravery of the fire brigade*
They are running in as those that can, run out.

*that was murder to type.
Firemen, no can put that these days, fire person, no that sounds stupid, fire officer ! No thats even worse.

Oh and aa you say, scary shit
 
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calumdown said:
i believe some people of certain sexual differences squidge them up inside as a preference.
and maybe sumo wrestlers.

it just feels so nice to have them hanging down.

it has to be said i do find myself having to quickly readjust things when i get into a car,
but other than that it seems to be beneficial.
i'm sure my spermcount is higher.
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Dunno, I always thought that was why they are on the outside. Too much heat pasteurises your spunk.
 
Plays By Sense Of Smell said:
Dunno, I always thought that was why they are on the outside. Too much heat pasteurises your spunk.
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by spunk, do you mean sperm or semen?

sperm is made in the testes and stored in the epididymis ready for action.

at the climax of action sperm is ejaculated with fresh liquids from the prostate and the vesicles to become semen.

sperm can become damaged or dead at excessive temperatures, but it is definitely not pasteurised.
semen is too fresh to be pasteurised.

just sayin' :)
 
calumdown said:
by spunk, do you mean sperm or semen?

sperm is made in the testes and stored in the epididymis ready for action.

at the climax of action sperm is ejaculated with fresh liquids from the prostate and the vesicles to become semen.

sperm can become damaged or dead at excessive temperatures, but it is definitely not pasteurised.
semen is too fresh to be pasteurised.

just sayin' :)
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Ha!
Whichever one counts as spunk. ;-)

It probably pasteurises your knob too, regardless of the technicalities.
Everything in the area gets slow roasted.
 
There’s a restaurant chain in China called Modern Toilet, themed on…you guessed it, poo.
(Another there is called House of Poo Poo.)

One in Thailand that serves a dessert containing elephant dung.

And there used to be a joke restaurant in Japan run by an adult film star which served a curry that purportedly tasted exactly like… human poo.

Sweet baby Jesus, the world is a many splendoured place, isn’t it?
 
Plays By Sense Of Smell said:
There’s a restaurant chain in China called Modern Toilet, themed on…you guessed it, poo.
(Another there is called House of Poo Poo.)

One in Thailand that serves a dessert containing elephant dung.

And there used to be a joke restaurant in Japan run by an adult film star which served a curry that purportedly tasted exactly like… human poo.

Sweet baby Jesus, the world is a many splendoured place, isn’t it?
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a married mate of mine used to go out with a high-end hooker.

he had always secretly confessed to his pals about wanting to lie underneath a glass table masturbating while watching a woman having a poo.

then the internet arrived and he went on something called adultwork.
lo+behold his fantasy could come true with someone by the name of kat.
a few of us chipped in for his birthday.

anyroad,
funnily enough they got on really well and started seeing each other.
to the point that he would on occasion help her out with work if a client wanted a man there too.

seemingly she was very very expensive when stuff got weird.
she was properly loaded but for some reason fell for the bit of rough that is my mate,
a scruffy **** who drums in a punk band but is very well-spoken.
plus he has a decent girth, which apparently is what ladies of the night desire from a boyfriend.

we used to go for ales a couple times a week.
at one point i had to ask him to stop telling me what he had done with her since i last saw him because some of it was the sort of thing you really don't want to think about.

then his wife found out,
sold the house and divorced him.
he spent his half in less than a year haha.

his girlfriend offered to get him a nice place to live,
but he dossed down in his recording studio and licked his wounds.

he stopped seeing his really fit much younger soulmate girlfriend.
he asked his ex for forgiveness and moved into her new house.

i'm not sure if there is a moral to this anecdote about poo.
the reason i mention it is because i had a message from him last night saying simply...

kat's been in touch (with appropriate emoji)
 
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calumdown said:
a married mate of mine used to go out with a high-end hooker.

he had always secretly confessed to his pals about wanting to lie underneath a glass table masturbating while watching a woman having a poo.

then the internet arrived and he went on something called adultwork.
lo+behold his fantasy could come true with someone by the name of kat.
a few of us chipped in for his birthday.

anyroad,
funnily enough they got on really well and started seeing each other.
to the point that he would on occasion help her out with work if a client wanted a man there too.

seemingly she was very very expensive when stuff got weird.
she was properly loaded but for some reason fell for the bit of rough that is my mate,
a scruffy **** who drums in a punk band but is very well-spoken.
plus he has a decent girth, which apparently is what ladies of the night desire from a boyfriend.

we used to go for ales a couple times a week.
at one point i had to ask him to stop telling me what he had done with her since i last saw him because some of it was the sort of thing you really don't want to think about.

then his wife found out,
sold the house and divorced him.
he spent his half in less than a year haha.

his girlfriend offered to get him a nice place to live,
but he dossed down in his recording studio and licked his wounds.

he stopped seeing his really fit much younger soulmate girlfriend.
he asked his ex for forgiveness and moved into her new house.

i'm not sure if there is a moral to this anecdote about poo.
the reason i mention it is because i had a message from him last night saying simply...

kat's been in touch (with appropriate emoji)
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Best thing i’ve read for a while.
Bravo sir
 
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