Sunday, April 3, 2011
Samuel Waithaka: 5 Things University Students Might Need to Know
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
Everybody 'does it'. Naughty
ACCOUNTANTS are good with figures.
ACTORS do it on cue.
ADVERTISERS use the “new, improved” method.
AMBULANCE DRIVERS come quicker.
ARCHAEOLOGISTS like it old.
ARCHITECTS have great plans.
ARTISTS are exhibitionists.
ASSEMBLY LINE WORKERS do it over and over.
ASTRONOMERS do it with Uranus.
ATTORNEYS make better motions.
AUDITORS like to examine figures.
BABYSITTERS charge by the hour.
BAILIFFS always come to order.
BAKERS knead it daily.
BAND MEMBERS play all night.
BANKERS do it with interest - penalty for early withdrawal.
BARBERS do it with shear pleasure.
BARTENDERS do it on the rocks.
BASEBALL PLAYERS make it to first base.
BASKETBALL PLAYERS score more often.
BEEKEEPERS like to eat their honey.
BEER BREWERS do it with more hops.
BEER DRINKERS get more head.
BICYCLISTS do it with 10 speeds.
BOOKKEEPERS do it with double entry.
BOSSES delegate the task to others.
BOWLERS have bigger balls.
BRICKLAYERS lay all day.
BRIDGE PLAYERS try to get a rubber.
BUS DRIVERS come early and pull out on time.
BUTCHERS have better meat.
CB ’ers do it on the air.
CAMPERS do it in a tent.
CARPENTERS hammer it harder.
CARPET LAYERS do it on the floor.
CHEERLEADERS do it with more enthusiasm.
CHEMISTS like to experiment.
CHESSPLAYERS check their mates.
CHIROPRACTORS do it by manipulation.
CLOCK MAKERS do it mechanically.
CLOWNS do it for laughs.
COACHES whistle while they work.
COBOL PROGRAMMERS do it with bugs.
COCKTAIL WAITRESSES serve highballs.
COMPUTER GAME PLAYERS just can’t stop.
COMPUTER OPERATORS get the most out of their software.
CONSTRUCTION WORKERS lay a better foundation.
CONSULTANTS tell other how to do it.
COPS have bigger guns.
COWBOYS handle anything horny.
COWGIRLS like to ride bareback.
CRANE OPERATORS have swinging balls.
CREDIT MANAGERS always collect.
DANCERS do it in leaps and bounds.
DEADHEADS do it with Jerry.
DEER HUNTERS will do anything for a buck.
DENTAL HYGIENISTS do it till it hurts.
DENTISTS do it in your mouth.
DETECTIVES do it under cover.
DIETICIANS eat better.
DIRECT MAILERS get it in the sack.
DIVERS do it deeper.
DOCTORS do it with patience.
DRUGGISTS fill your prescription.
DRUMMERS do it in 4/4 time.
DRYWALLERS are better bangers.
ELECTRICIANS check your shorts.
ENGINEERS charge by the hour.
EXECUTIVES have large staffs.
FARMERS spread it around.
FIREMEN are always in heat.
FISHERMEN are proud of their rods.
FOOTBALL PLAYERS are measured by the yard.
FOUR-WHEELERS eat more bush.
FURRIERS appreciate good beaver.
GARBAGEMEN come once a week.
GARDENERS have 50 foot hoses.
GAS STATION ATTENDANTS pump all day.
GEOLOGISTS are great explorers.
GOLFERS do it in 18 holes.
GYMNASTS mount and dismount well.
HACKERS do it with fewer instructions.
HAIRDRESSERS give the best blow jobs.
HAM OPERATORS do it with frequency.
HANDYMEN like good screws.
HORSEBACK RIDERS stay in the saddle longer.
HUNTERS do it with a bang.
INSURANCE SALESMEN are premium lovers.
INTERIOR DECORATORS do it all over the house.
INVENTORS find a way.
JANITORS clean up afterwards.
JEWELERS mount real gems.
JOGGERS do it on the run.
LANDSCAPERS plant it deeper.
LAWYERS do it in their briefs.
LIBRARIANS do it quietly.
LOCKSMITHS can get into anything.
LONG DISTANCE RUNNERS last longer.
MACHINISTS make the best screws.
MAGICIANS are quicker than the eye.
MAINTENANCE MEN sweep ‘em off their feet.
MANAGERS supervise others.
MARKETING REPs do it on commission.
MILKMEN deliver twice a week.
MILLIONAIRES pay to have it done.
MINERS sink deeper shafts.
MINISTERS do it on Sundays.
MISSILEMEN have better thrust.
MODELS do it in any position.
MODEM MANUFACTURERS do it with all sorts of characters.
MOTORCYCLISTS like something hot between their legs.
MOVIE STARS do it on film.
MUSICIANS do it with rhythm.
NONSMOKERS do it without huffing and puffing.
NURSES call the shots.
OCEANOGRAPHERS do it down under.
OPERATORS do it person-to-person.
OPTOMETRISTS do it face-to-face.
PAINTERS do it with longer strokes.
PARAMEDICS do it to those in need.
PHOTOGRAPHERS do it with a flash.
PHYSICISTS do it with uniform harmonic motion.
PILOTS keep it up longer.
PLUMBERS do it under the sink.
POLICEMEN like big busts.
POLITICIANS do it for 4 years then have to get re-erected.
POSTMEN come slower.
PRINTERS do it without wrinkling the sheets.
PRINTERS reproduce the fastest.
PROCTOLOGISTS do it in the end.
PROFESSORS do it by the book.
RACERS like to come in first.
RACQUETBALL PLAYERS do it off the wall.
RADIO and TV ANNOUNCERS broadcast it.
REAL ESTATE PEOPLE know all the prime spots.
RECYCLERS use it again.
REPAIRMEN can fix anything.
REPORTERS do it daily.
RESEARCHERS are still looking for it.
RETAILERS move their merchandise.
ROOFERS do it on top.
RUNNERS get into more pants.
SAILORS like to be blown.
SALESPEOPLE have away with their tongues.
SCIENTISTS discovered it.
SECRETARIES do it from 9 to 5.
SKYDIVERS are good till the last drop.
SOCCER PLAYERS have leather balls.
SPEECH PATHOLOGISTS are oral specialists.
SPELUNKERS do it underground.
SPORTSCASTERS like an instant replay.
STEWARDESSES do it in the air.
STUDENTS use their heads.
SURGEONS are smooth operators.
TAILORS make it fit.
TAXI DRIVERS do it all over town.
TAXIDERMISTS mount anything.
TELEPHONE CO. EMPLOYEES let their fingers do the walking.
TELLERS can handle all deposits and withdrawals.
TENNIS PLAYERS have fuzzy balls.
TRUCK DRIVERS have bigger dipsticks.
TRUCKERS carry bigger loads.
TYPISTS do it in triplicate.
VETERINARIANS are pussy lovers.
VOLLEYBALL PLAYERS keep it up.
WAITRESSES serve it piping hot.
WATER SKIERS come down harder.
WELDERS have hotter rods.
WRESTLERS know the best holds.WRITERS have novel ways.
ACTORS do it on cue.
ADVERTISERS use the “new, improved” method.
AMBULANCE DRIVERS come quicker.
ARCHAEOLOGISTS like it old.
ARCHITECTS have great plans.
ARTISTS are exhibitionists.
ASSEMBLY LINE WORKERS do it over and over.
ASTRONOMERS do it with Uranus.
ATTORNEYS make better motions.
AUDITORS like to examine figures.
BABYSITTERS charge by the hour.
BAILIFFS always come to order.
BAKERS knead it daily.
BAND MEMBERS play all night.
BANKERS do it with interest - penalty for early withdrawal.
BARBERS do it with shear pleasure.
BARTENDERS do it on the rocks.
BASEBALL PLAYERS make it to first base.
BASKETBALL PLAYERS score more often.
BEEKEEPERS like to eat their honey.
BEER BREWERS do it with more hops.
BEER DRINKERS get more head.
BICYCLISTS do it with 10 speeds.
BOOKKEEPERS do it with double entry.
BOSSES delegate the task to others.
BOWLERS have bigger balls.
BRICKLAYERS lay all day.
BRIDGE PLAYERS try to get a rubber.
BUS DRIVERS come early and pull out on time.
BUTCHERS have better meat.
CB ’ers do it on the air.
CAMPERS do it in a tent.
CARPENTERS hammer it harder.
CARPET LAYERS do it on the floor.
CHEERLEADERS do it with more enthusiasm.
CHEMISTS like to experiment.
CHESSPLAYERS check their mates.
CHIROPRACTORS do it by manipulation.
CLOCK MAKERS do it mechanically.
CLOWNS do it for laughs.
COACHES whistle while they work.
COBOL PROGRAMMERS do it with bugs.
COCKTAIL WAITRESSES serve highballs.
COMPUTER GAME PLAYERS just can’t stop.
COMPUTER OPERATORS get the most out of their software.
CONSTRUCTION WORKERS lay a better foundation.
CONSULTANTS tell other how to do it.
COPS have bigger guns.
COWBOYS handle anything horny.
COWGIRLS like to ride bareback.
CRANE OPERATORS have swinging balls.
CREDIT MANAGERS always collect.
DANCERS do it in leaps and bounds.
DEADHEADS do it with Jerry.
DEER HUNTERS will do anything for a buck.
DENTAL HYGIENISTS do it till it hurts.
DENTISTS do it in your mouth.
DETECTIVES do it under cover.
DIETICIANS eat better.
DIRECT MAILERS get it in the sack.
DIVERS do it deeper.
DOCTORS do it with patience.
DRUGGISTS fill your prescription.
DRUMMERS do it in 4/4 time.
DRYWALLERS are better bangers.
ELECTRICIANS check your shorts.
ENGINEERS charge by the hour.
EXECUTIVES have large staffs.
FARMERS spread it around.
FIREMEN are always in heat.
FISHERMEN are proud of their rods.
FOOTBALL PLAYERS are measured by the yard.
FOUR-WHEELERS eat more bush.
FURRIERS appreciate good beaver.
GARBAGEMEN come once a week.
GARDENERS have 50 foot hoses.
GAS STATION ATTENDANTS pump all day.
GEOLOGISTS are great explorers.
GOLFERS do it in 18 holes.
GYMNASTS mount and dismount well.
HACKERS do it with fewer instructions.
HAIRDRESSERS give the best blow jobs.
HAM OPERATORS do it with frequency.
HANDYMEN like good screws.
HORSEBACK RIDERS stay in the saddle longer.
HUNTERS do it with a bang.
INSURANCE SALESMEN are premium lovers.
INTERIOR DECORATORS do it all over the house.
INVENTORS find a way.
JANITORS clean up afterwards.
JEWELERS mount real gems.
JOGGERS do it on the run.
LANDSCAPERS plant it deeper.
LAWYERS do it in their briefs.
LIBRARIANS do it quietly.
LOCKSMITHS can get into anything.
LONG DISTANCE RUNNERS last longer.
MACHINISTS make the best screws.
MAGICIANS are quicker than the eye.
MAINTENANCE MEN sweep ‘em off their feet.
MANAGERS supervise others.
MARKETING REPs do it on commission.
MILKMEN deliver twice a week.
MILLIONAIRES pay to have it done.
MINERS sink deeper shafts.
MINISTERS do it on Sundays.
MISSILEMEN have better thrust.
MODELS do it in any position.
MODEM MANUFACTURERS do it with all sorts of characters.
MOTORCYCLISTS like something hot between their legs.
MOVIE STARS do it on film.
MUSICIANS do it with rhythm.
NONSMOKERS do it without huffing and puffing.
NURSES call the shots.
OCEANOGRAPHERS do it down under.
OPERATORS do it person-to-person.
OPTOMETRISTS do it face-to-face.
PAINTERS do it with longer strokes.
PARAMEDICS do it to those in need.
PHOTOGRAPHERS do it with a flash.
PHYSICISTS do it with uniform harmonic motion.
PILOTS keep it up longer.
PLUMBERS do it under the sink.
POLICEMEN like big busts.
POLITICIANS do it for 4 years then have to get re-erected.
POSTMEN come slower.
PRINTERS do it without wrinkling the sheets.
PRINTERS reproduce the fastest.
PROCTOLOGISTS do it in the end.
PROFESSORS do it by the book.
RACERS like to come in first.
RACQUETBALL PLAYERS do it off the wall.
RADIO and TV ANNOUNCERS broadcast it.
REAL ESTATE PEOPLE know all the prime spots.
RECYCLERS use it again.
REPAIRMEN can fix anything.
REPORTERS do it daily.
RESEARCHERS are still looking for it.
RETAILERS move their merchandise.
ROOFERS do it on top.
RUNNERS get into more pants.
SAILORS like to be blown.
SALESPEOPLE have away with their tongues.
SCIENTISTS discovered it.
SECRETARIES do it from 9 to 5.
SKYDIVERS are good till the last drop.
SOCCER PLAYERS have leather balls.
SPEECH PATHOLOGISTS are oral specialists.
SPELUNKERS do it underground.
SPORTSCASTERS like an instant replay.
STEWARDESSES do it in the air.
STUDENTS use their heads.
SURGEONS are smooth operators.
TAILORS make it fit.
TAXI DRIVERS do it all over town.
TAXIDERMISTS mount anything.
TELEPHONE CO. EMPLOYEES let their fingers do the walking.
TELLERS can handle all deposits and withdrawals.
TENNIS PLAYERS have fuzzy balls.
TRUCK DRIVERS have bigger dipsticks.
TRUCKERS carry bigger loads.
TYPISTS do it in triplicate.
VETERINARIANS are pussy lovers.
VOLLEYBALL PLAYERS keep it up.
WAITRESSES serve it piping hot.
WATER SKIERS come down harder.
WELDERS have hotter rods.
WRESTLERS know the best holds.WRITERS have novel ways.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Modems beat women
Some reasons why a modem is better than a woman:
1. A modem doesn't ask for a commitment if you use it. Getting
a modem to obey you is as simple as typing "AT".
2. When you're done using your modem, you can roll over
and go to sleep without feeling guilty.
3. A modem won't say a word if you come home late.
4. A modem can't collect alimony if you decide to dump it.
5. A modem will always wait patiently by the phone.
6. You can always get a few bucks for an old modem when a
faster model comes out.
7. A modem doesn't mind if you call another modem.
8. A virus you catch from your modem doesn't require a trip to
the doctor.
9. You don't have to bring a modem home to meet your
parents. If an error occurs, Abort, Retry or Fail are the only
options you have to worry about.
10. Modems come with an instruction manual. Modems have a
volume control - you can even turn the sound OFF.
1. A modem doesn't ask for a commitment if you use it. Getting
a modem to obey you is as simple as typing "AT".
2. When you're done using your modem, you can roll over
and go to sleep without feeling guilty.
3. A modem won't say a word if you come home late.
4. A modem can't collect alimony if you decide to dump it.
5. A modem will always wait patiently by the phone.
6. You can always get a few bucks for an old modem when a
faster model comes out.
7. A modem doesn't mind if you call another modem.
8. A virus you catch from your modem doesn't require a trip to
the doctor.
9. You don't have to bring a modem home to meet your
parents. If an error occurs, Abort, Retry or Fail are the only
options you have to worry about.
10. Modems come with an instruction manual. Modems have a
volume control - you can even turn the sound OFF.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
The directory of Masturbation Phrases.
A big date with Rosy Palms
Adjusting your set
Attacking the one-eyed purple-headed warrior
Auditioning the finger puppets
Backstroke roulette
Bashing the candle
Being a virtuoso of the skin flute
Being your own best friend
Biffing off
Bleed the weed
Blowing the load
Blowing your own horn
Bludgeoning the beefsteak
Bopping the Bonzo
Boxing the bald champ
Boxing the jesuit and getting cockroaches
Boxing with Richard
Buffin' the bishop
Buggering your hand
Burping the baby
Burping the worm
Buttering the corn
Caning the vandal
Capturing the bishop
Charming the snake
Checking for testicular cancer
Cheesing off
Choking Kojak
Choking the bald guy until he pukes
Choking the sheriff and waiting for the
posse to come
Clamping the pipe
Cleaning your rifle
Clearing the snorkel
Climbin the tree
Climbing Mount Baldy
Closet Frisbee
Coming into your own
Cooking the cream of cock
Corralling the tadpoles
Couch hockey for one
Cranking the love pump
Cranking the shank
Crimping the wire
Crowning the king
Cuddlin' the Kielbasa
Cuffing the carrot
Dating Miss Michigan (think geography)
Dating Rosie Palm and her five sisters
Defrosting the fridge
Digitally oscillating one's penis
Doin' The Solitary Rhumba
Doing handiwork
Doing It Your Way
Doing the five-knuckle shuffle
Doing the janitor thing
Doing the pork sword jiggle
Doing the White Knuckler
Doing your own thing
Draining the monster
Dry humping the ottoman
Electing the president
Engaging in safe sex
Faxing the Pope
Feeding the ducks
Firing the Surgeon General
Fisting your mister
Five on one
Five-knuckle-shuffle on the old piss pump
Flick on over the thumb
Flogging the dog
Flute solo
Fly fishing
Fondling the fig
Freeing Willy
Frosting the pastries
Galloping the antelope
Genitalic stimulation via phallengetic motion
Getting a date with Slick Mittens
Getting chafed
Getting the German soldier marching
Getting to know yourself
Getting your palm red
Getting your pole varnished
Giving it a tug
Giving yourself a low five
Gluing the lady's eye's shut
Going a couple of rounds with ol' josh
Going blind
Going on a date with Handrea and Palmela
Going on Peewee's little adventure
Going the blow
Grappling the gorilla
Greasing the pipe
Hacking the hog
Han Solo
Hand Shandy
Handy work
Hard labor
Having a one-night-stand with yourself
Having a tug-of-war with the cyclops
Having an arm-wrestle with your one-eyed
vessel
Holding the sausage hostage
Honing the cone
Hugging the hog
Humping the hose
Ironing some wrinkles
Jack hammering
Jerkin' the gherkin
Jerking Jamby
Juggling the coullions
Kicking seamen
Kicking your roommate out for five to ten
minutes
to "call your parents"
Launching the hand shuttle
Looking for ticks
Loping the mule
Loves labors lost
Loving the muppet
Lubing the Tube
Making a foreskin cone
Making instant pudding
Making the bald man puke
Mangling the midget
Manipulating the mango
Manning the cockpit
Manual labor
Manual override
Master bacon
Meeting Rosie Hancock
Milking one's self
Milking the moose
Mounting a corporal and four
Much goo about nothing
My sex life!
Nerking your throbber
Oiling the glove
Onan's Olympics
One gun salute
One man show
One off the wrist
Packing your palm
Paddling the pickle
Painting the ceiling
Palming the calm
Peelin' some chiles
Peeling the banana
Performing diagnostics on your ManTool
Perling the oyster
Petting the lizard
Phoning the czar
Pipping the pumpkin
Playing a one-stringed guitar
Playing Peek-A-Boo With Mr. Johnson
Playing pocket pinball
Playing pocket pool
Playing tag with the pink torpedo
Playing the one-stringed melody
Playing the skin flute
Playing tug-o-war with the cyclops
Playing Uno
Playing with the spitting llama
Playing with your turtle (for uncircumcised
guys?)
Pleasing your pisser
Plunking your twanger
Polishing Percy in your palm
Polishing the family jewels
Polishing the helmet
Polishing the rocket
Polishing the sword
Popping the cork
Pounding off
Pounding the bald-headed moose
Pounding the pud
Preparing the carrot
Priming the pump
Pud wrestling
Pulling rank
Pulling the bologna pony
Pulling the Colonel Sanders Heimleich
Manuever
Pulling the goalie
Pulling your own leg
Pumping cream
Pumping the python
Pumping the stump
Punching the clown
Punishing Percy in the palm
Ramming the ham
Rapid one arm pull-ups
Relieving tension
Riding the great white knuckler
Rolling your own
Romeo and Himself
Roping the pony
Roughing up the suspect
Rubbing the pink eraser
Running off a batch by hand
Sacrificing sperm to the god of lonely nights
Sanding wood
Scouring the tower of power
Secret handshake
Self-induced penile regurgitation
Self-inflicted intercourse
Shaking hands with Jack McNasty
Shaking hands with Mr. Happy
Shaking hands with Yul Brenner
Shifting gears
Shining the helmet
Shining the pork sword
Shining your pole
Shoot skeet (pull...shoot)
Shooting flies
Shooting for the moon
Shucking your corn
Slaking the bacon
Slappin the purple headed yogurt pistol
Slapping the hampster
Slinging the jelly
Snapping the monkey
Solo flight
Solo marathon
Squeezing your cheese-dog
Stinky pinky
Stirring the batter
Stroking the one-eyed burping gecko
Taking a shake break
Taking matters into your own hands
Taking part in population control
Taking the Jocelyn Elders Midterm
Talking quietly to yourself
Taming the shrew
Taunting the one-eyed weasel
Tenderizing the tube steak
Testing the testicles
Testing your batteries
That crazy hand jive
The art of Unisex
Trouser snake CPR
Tugging the slug
Unloadinging the gun
Varnishing the flagpole
Waking the dead
Waking Wee Willie Wonka
Walking the dog
Whipping up some sour cream
Windsurfing on Mount Baldy
Workin' out a stiff joint
And some additional ones submitted by Anthony:
Bashing the Bishop
Waxing the Dolphin
Spanking the Monkey
Flogging the Log
Greasing the Pole
Slapping the Salami
Choking the Chicken
Strangling the Cyclops
Pulling your middle leg
There are actually a few ones for the ladies too,
but it sure looks like many of these terms are
invented by men as well...
Brushing the beaver
Doing my nails
Doing the Two Finger Slot Rumba
Finger blasting
Flicking the bean
Going Mining
Jocelyn Eldering
Makin' waves for the man-in-the-boat
Making soup
Nulling the void
Paddling the pink canoe
Parting the red sea
Playing the beaver
Playing The Silent Trombone
Rolling the dough
Strumming the banjo
Surfin' the channel
Tickling the two fingered tango
Toggling the bit
Adjusting your set
Attacking the one-eyed purple-headed warrior
Auditioning the finger puppets
Backstroke roulette
Bashing the candle
Being a virtuoso of the skin flute
Being your own best friend
Biffing off
Bleed the weed
Blowing the load
Blowing your own horn
Bludgeoning the beefsteak
Bopping the Bonzo
Boxing the bald champ
Boxing the jesuit and getting cockroaches
Boxing with Richard
Buffin' the bishop
Buggering your hand
Burping the baby
Burping the worm
Buttering the corn
Caning the vandal
Capturing the bishop
Charming the snake
Checking for testicular cancer
Cheesing off
Choking Kojak
Choking the bald guy until he pukes
Choking the sheriff and waiting for the
posse to come
Clamping the pipe
Cleaning your rifle
Clearing the snorkel
Climbin the tree
Climbing Mount Baldy
Closet Frisbee
Coming into your own
Cooking the cream of cock
Corralling the tadpoles
Couch hockey for one
Cranking the love pump
Cranking the shank
Crimping the wire
Crowning the king
Cuddlin' the Kielbasa
Cuffing the carrot
Dating Miss Michigan (think geography)
Dating Rosie Palm and her five sisters
Defrosting the fridge
Digitally oscillating one's penis
Doin' The Solitary Rhumba
Doing handiwork
Doing It Your Way
Doing the five-knuckle shuffle
Doing the janitor thing
Doing the pork sword jiggle
Doing the White Knuckler
Doing your own thing
Draining the monster
Dry humping the ottoman
Electing the president
Engaging in safe sex
Faxing the Pope
Feeding the ducks
Firing the Surgeon General
Fisting your mister
Five on one
Five-knuckle-shuffle on the old piss pump
Flick on over the thumb
Flogging the dog
Flute solo
Fly fishing
Fondling the fig
Freeing Willy
Frosting the pastries
Galloping the antelope
Genitalic stimulation via phallengetic motion
Getting a date with Slick Mittens
Getting chafed
Getting the German soldier marching
Getting to know yourself
Getting your palm red
Getting your pole varnished
Giving it a tug
Giving yourself a low five
Gluing the lady's eye's shut
Going a couple of rounds with ol' josh
Going blind
Going on a date with Handrea and Palmela
Going on Peewee's little adventure
Going the blow
Grappling the gorilla
Greasing the pipe
Hacking the hog
Han Solo
Hand Shandy
Handy work
Hard labor
Having a one-night-stand with yourself
Having a tug-of-war with the cyclops
Having an arm-wrestle with your one-eyed
vessel
Holding the sausage hostage
Honing the cone
Hugging the hog
Humping the hose
Ironing some wrinkles
Jack hammering
Jerkin' the gherkin
Jerking Jamby
Juggling the coullions
Kicking seamen
Kicking your roommate out for five to ten
minutes
to "call your parents"
Launching the hand shuttle
Looking for ticks
Loping the mule
Loves labors lost
Loving the muppet
Lubing the Tube
Making a foreskin cone
Making instant pudding
Making the bald man puke
Mangling the midget
Manipulating the mango
Manning the cockpit
Manual labor
Manual override
Master bacon
Meeting Rosie Hancock
Milking one's self
Milking the moose
Mounting a corporal and four
Much goo about nothing
My sex life!
Nerking your throbber
Oiling the glove
Onan's Olympics
One gun salute
One man show
One off the wrist
Packing your palm
Paddling the pickle
Painting the ceiling
Palming the calm
Peelin' some chiles
Peeling the banana
Performing diagnostics on your ManTool
Perling the oyster
Petting the lizard
Phoning the czar
Pipping the pumpkin
Playing a one-stringed guitar
Playing Peek-A-Boo With Mr. Johnson
Playing pocket pinball
Playing pocket pool
Playing tag with the pink torpedo
Playing the one-stringed melody
Playing the skin flute
Playing tug-o-war with the cyclops
Playing Uno
Playing with the spitting llama
Playing with your turtle (for uncircumcised
guys?)
Pleasing your pisser
Plunking your twanger
Polishing Percy in your palm
Polishing the family jewels
Polishing the helmet
Polishing the rocket
Polishing the sword
Popping the cork
Pounding off
Pounding the bald-headed moose
Pounding the pud
Preparing the carrot
Priming the pump
Pud wrestling
Pulling rank
Pulling the bologna pony
Pulling the Colonel Sanders Heimleich
Manuever
Pulling the goalie
Pulling your own leg
Pumping cream
Pumping the python
Pumping the stump
Punching the clown
Punishing Percy in the palm
Ramming the ham
Rapid one arm pull-ups
Relieving tension
Riding the great white knuckler
Rolling your own
Romeo and Himself
Roping the pony
Roughing up the suspect
Rubbing the pink eraser
Running off a batch by hand
Sacrificing sperm to the god of lonely nights
Sanding wood
Scouring the tower of power
Secret handshake
Self-induced penile regurgitation
Self-inflicted intercourse
Shaking hands with Jack McNasty
Shaking hands with Mr. Happy
Shaking hands with Yul Brenner
Shifting gears
Shining the helmet
Shining the pork sword
Shining your pole
Shoot skeet (pull...shoot)
Shooting flies
Shooting for the moon
Shucking your corn
Slaking the bacon
Slappin the purple headed yogurt pistol
Slapping the hampster
Slinging the jelly
Snapping the monkey
Solo flight
Solo marathon
Squeezing your cheese-dog
Stinky pinky
Stirring the batter
Stroking the one-eyed burping gecko
Taking a shake break
Taking matters into your own hands
Taking part in population control
Taking the Jocelyn Elders Midterm
Talking quietly to yourself
Taming the shrew
Taunting the one-eyed weasel
Tenderizing the tube steak
Testing the testicles
Testing your batteries
That crazy hand jive
The art of Unisex
Trouser snake CPR
Tugging the slug
Unloadinging the gun
Varnishing the flagpole
Waking the dead
Waking Wee Willie Wonka
Walking the dog
Whipping up some sour cream
Windsurfing on Mount Baldy
Workin' out a stiff joint
And some additional ones submitted by Anthony:
Bashing the Bishop
Waxing the Dolphin
Spanking the Monkey
Flogging the Log
Greasing the Pole
Slapping the Salami
Choking the Chicken
Strangling the Cyclops
Pulling your middle leg
There are actually a few ones for the ladies too,
but it sure looks like many of these terms are
invented by men as well...
Brushing the beaver
Doing my nails
Doing the Two Finger Slot Rumba
Finger blasting
Flicking the bean
Going Mining
Jocelyn Eldering
Makin' waves for the man-in-the-boat
Making soup
Nulling the void
Paddling the pink canoe
Parting the red sea
Playing the beaver
Playing The Silent Trombone
Rolling the dough
Strumming the banjo
Surfin' the channel
Tickling the two fingered tango
Toggling the bit
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Cash issues
Dear D,
My nigger! Ssup man?! It’s been long (too long if I don’t say myself).
So I’m doing great-thanx fer asqin. Just been havin some trouble with Mama Blodwyn. Apparently, she daent want me to get a jobo. Well that would have been all good and dandy but as it seems, I am cashless and we both know how grumpy I get when me don’t have me Benjamins.
So like most of my fellow citizens, I’m forced to live life on the poverty line (not below it coz I still enjoy some luxuries like flushing toilets and a gas cooker (yaay for me!).
Naturally, I wuld be comfortable with staying at home from Monday to Monday but a niccur can only take so much boredom before getting bored of being bored-yes, it happens. Plus I have-how do you say- needs. Needs I as a man need accomplishd and attended to. Take my Cleopatra for instance. When I met her, she couldn’t eat anything I bought with my chums. No matter how much I tried to buy her stuff, she always resented it akisema ati atafeel ‘indebted to me’ (her words not mine-I don’t use big ass words like indebted…they make my head hurt.)
This, dear friend, was before the recession so I was ballin like Kobe on steroids. But as you might have realized by now, it is quite difficult to show off to the blind. And as such, Cleopatra never got to taste the many moneys I had. Friends complained that their ‘significant others’ demanded too much from their pockets but noooo not my Cleo. Then it hit me…this was a blessing in disguise!!!! I was what you may call an unapt dude. Oh happy day. I didn’t have to buy chocolate, ice-cream or any other shit just to make her happy! One word. Bliss.
Then we went to *second base*. Since I still wanted her to think that I wanted to blow cash on her, I occasionally bought the lil snacks from Suprmkts and offer them to her but she’d kataa them (duh). Then they’d be ‘consume’ by me. The actual person for whom they were purchased. *naughty grin*
So this day it’s us strutting along the mediocre boulevard that is Kenyatta Avenue when she articulates her desire for ‘mabuyu’. (Just so you hadn’t realisd that was my big word sentence- I’m so happy). I suggest we go to Jamia Mosque since it’s the closest and most convenient place to get ‘em.
So we get there and she picks up a pack worth 10 baab as I casually do the same. I give the mathe there a tweny baab coin expectin my change back. Shock on my Big Blaq African Ass. Hakulipa! Since its technically just 10 baab, I let it slide this time. I dart over to her and sarcastically ask,
‘What happened to feelin indebted?’
Then at that precise moment, she gives me The Look. Now D, if you can relate, The Look can be compared to that look that yo slutty chicdee gives you just before she gives you really gr8 shag. Its sort of a ‘you are about to have the time of yo life’ but in this instance, the time of yo life part-not exactly a good thing.
Ever since, she gets this impulsive urges to ‘spend MY money’. Up until my imposed ‘send-off’ from xul late last year, providing for her desires wasn’t mux of an issue (Don’t get me wrong these Cleopatras needs ain’t *like this like this* needs). But now since (btw who said you couldn’t begin a sentence with ‘But’? I just did!!!!!! Suck it up bitch! And I can even do ‘and’…I even did it! Ha! ...I feel like such a rebel ryt now..anyhuuuuu)I’m bummin@home.com, Mama Blodwyn sees it unnecessary to give me my Benjamins, so apparently I don’t have anything to do wif cash, I’m forced to do odd jobs to Provide for Cleopatra’s occasional needs.
I did however enjoy my many moneys when I had my chance though.
*Piece of advice: save your money for the days ahead. Vitu zinaendaga mrama matime*
Otherwise keep safe bana.
One,
Blodwyn.
My nigger! Ssup man?! It’s been long (too long if I don’t say myself).
So I’m doing great-thanx fer asqin. Just been havin some trouble with Mama Blodwyn. Apparently, she daent want me to get a jobo. Well that would have been all good and dandy but as it seems, I am cashless and we both know how grumpy I get when me don’t have me Benjamins.
So like most of my fellow citizens, I’m forced to live life on the poverty line (not below it coz I still enjoy some luxuries like flushing toilets and a gas cooker (yaay for me!).
Naturally, I wuld be comfortable with staying at home from Monday to Monday but a niccur can only take so much boredom before getting bored of being bored-yes, it happens. Plus I have-how do you say- needs. Needs I as a man need accomplishd and attended to. Take my Cleopatra for instance. When I met her, she couldn’t eat anything I bought with my chums. No matter how much I tried to buy her stuff, she always resented it akisema ati atafeel ‘indebted to me’ (her words not mine-I don’t use big ass words like indebted…they make my head hurt.)
This, dear friend, was before the recession so I was ballin like Kobe on steroids. But as you might have realized by now, it is quite difficult to show off to the blind. And as such, Cleopatra never got to taste the many moneys I had. Friends complained that their ‘significant others’ demanded too much from their pockets but noooo not my Cleo. Then it hit me…this was a blessing in disguise!!!! I was what you may call an unapt dude. Oh happy day. I didn’t have to buy chocolate, ice-cream or any other shit just to make her happy! One word. Bliss.
Then we went to *second base*. Since I still wanted her to think that I wanted to blow cash on her, I occasionally bought the lil snacks from Suprmkts and offer them to her but she’d kataa them (duh). Then they’d be ‘consume’ by me. The actual person for whom they were purchased. *naughty grin*
So this day it’s us strutting along the mediocre boulevard that is Kenyatta Avenue when she articulates her desire for ‘mabuyu’. (Just so you hadn’t realisd that was my big word sentence- I’m so happy). I suggest we go to Jamia Mosque since it’s the closest and most convenient place to get ‘em.
So we get there and she picks up a pack worth 10 baab as I casually do the same. I give the mathe there a tweny baab coin expectin my change back. Shock on my Big Blaq African Ass. Hakulipa! Since its technically just 10 baab, I let it slide this time. I dart over to her and sarcastically ask,
‘What happened to feelin indebted?’
Then at that precise moment, she gives me The Look. Now D, if you can relate, The Look can be compared to that look that yo slutty chicdee gives you just before she gives you really gr8 shag. Its sort of a ‘you are about to have the time of yo life’ but in this instance, the time of yo life part-not exactly a good thing.
Ever since, she gets this impulsive urges to ‘spend MY money’. Up until my imposed ‘send-off’ from xul late last year, providing for her desires wasn’t mux of an issue (Don’t get me wrong these Cleopatras needs ain’t *like this like this* needs). But now since (btw who said you couldn’t begin a sentence with ‘But’? I just did!!!!!! Suck it up bitch! And I can even do ‘and’…I even did it! Ha! ...I feel like such a rebel ryt now..anyhuuuuu)I’m bummin@home.com, Mama Blodwyn sees it unnecessary to give me my Benjamins, so apparently I don’t have anything to do wif cash, I’m forced to do odd jobs to Provide for Cleopatra’s occasional needs.
I did however enjoy my many moneys when I had my chance though.
*Piece of advice: save your money for the days ahead. Vitu zinaendaga mrama matime*
Otherwise keep safe bana.
One,
Blodwyn.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
The Worst Love Letter Ever Written
Dear, Julie
Fuck, I fucking miss you. I miss you like the rain misses some
kind of …fucking…I don’t know…some kind of fucking thing that
misses another thing. And that first thing misses that second
thing, like, really fucking bad and shit. I am that first thing. You are
the second one of those two things. I think the first thing was rain.
Sometimes, at night, I wake up and I’m all like “FUUUUUCCK!!!!”
because you’re not here with me. I mean, shit, you know? Like,
the last time we hung out together and I got to batter your snatch
with my nut-splatters. I just keep thinking about that and how we
were fucking so hard and shit. You were all like, “Oh Oh Fuck me!”
and I was all like, “Yeeeeeeeeaaaah!” That shit was dope. Word.
Best Believe!
But what’s fucked up about that shit is that whenever I think about
it, I get all, like, hurtful and shit. Like my heart, you know? Like my
heart gets all gay and shit and it breaks. Can you believe that shit?
See what you did to me, you bitch? You made me a fag and shit!!
LOL!
But, nah. For real. Like, it’s weird, you know? I remember waaaay
back when we were just like, kids and shit, remember? We used
to just play and frolic in the neighborhood with the other, much
more faggy children. They all sucked. But one thing I clearly
remember from that time is that you did not suck. Your Suck to
Not Suck ratios were clearly leaning in the direction of Not Suck.
This is, as usual, assuming that I am using the word “ratio”
properly. Also, “properly.” I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s a word
that I didn’t just make up. If I did, spread that shit around and tell
people it came from me.
But, yeah. We used to just be kids as we hung out together. We’d
play on the monkey bars down the street at Cherry Park. We’d
run after the ice cream man as his chiming melody triggered a
pav …pav…Pavolovian (?) response in us that made us crave the
tastiness of Mickey Mouse’s severed head on a stick. We used to
pass funny notes to each other in Mrs. Hill’s class. Remember?
Remember all that shit?
We were so sweet and innocent back then.
I have since seen you swallow every last drop of my cum and,
literally, ask for more. Fuck, bro. I fucking love that shit. And I
fucking love you for doing it.
Yes, that’s right, Julie. I said it. Not only do I love that you are
totally willing to ingest every last drop of my seed and then put in
a request for more, but I love you as well.
I Love You, Julie.
I love your hair. I love your eyes. I love the way your ass jiggles
when you walk to the bathroom to douche your pussy after we
bang like two enraged beavers fighting over a stick that we both
want to use in the construction of our respective dams. Any one
of those traits by themselves could get me harder than
Wolverine ’s adamantium-laced bones. Put them all together and
my balls want to explode whenever you come in to the room.
That shit is crazy. No lie. And I have no reason to lie when it
comes to the matters of my cock expanding faster than the
universe. And I mean that literally …well, not the expanding faster
than the universe part. I have no way in telling if that is, in fact, a
factual statement. I failed Astronomy twice yet I only remember
taking it once. Anyway, I was being literal in the sense that you
can literally tell that I am not lying when I say that I find you sexy
because the proof is in the pudding. The pudding is my dick. And
it gets fucking huge when I see you.
Also, I did not mean to imply that my dick may in anyway be
made of pudding. That would be weird. Although, I would not
object to you nicknaming my dick “The Butterscotch Stallion,” for
it both gives you the sinful pleasures that you need; and it is kind
of a dark, mucous-y yellow. Which, by the way, I am very happy
you are not weirded out by. Most are.
Which brings me to the next reason for why I love you: you
accept me for who I am. You understand that I ’m not the
sharpest tool in the place that the tools are kept until you need to
use the tools again. You can look beyond my spiky hair, and
sunglasses that I refuse to take off, and my totally sweet Ed Hardy
T-shirt and just see a guy that wants to be held to the bosom of a
lovely young lass that works at a totally rockin ’ strip joint that paid
to have her bosoms made in to Double-D bosoms, because (in
her boss ’s words) “You’ve got the face of an angel, but the tits of a
malnourished baby.”
You accept that I’ve been unemployed for roughly 2 years. You
accept that before there was a You and Me there was a Me and
Your Sister, and before that a Me and Your Cousin Liza, and, for
one night, there was a Me and Your Cousin Liza and somebody
that may or may not have been a member of your family that is
now dead from a disease that I was kind of worried that I
contracted. (Don ’t worry. I didn’t contract it. I found out the day
after you and I fucked for the first time).
The point of all of this is simple, Julie. I love you. I really do. I may
not be the best guy you can get, and I probably shouldn ’t even be
the guy you have right now, but I love you for that very reason.
You captured my heart and mind at a time in my life when I truly
felt no one would ever want me – a time when I figured that I
would never find somebody to even give me the time of day.
Being apart from you right now is killing me and I can ’t wait until
you return so I can hold you in my arms and just stare in to your
eyes again. I can ’t wait for that day, Julie. I can’t fucking wait.
XOXO
P.S. – Your butt; is that a hole you be interested in me jizzing
inside of?
Fuck, I fucking miss you. I miss you like the rain misses some
kind of …fucking…I don’t know…some kind of fucking thing that
misses another thing. And that first thing misses that second
thing, like, really fucking bad and shit. I am that first thing. You are
the second one of those two things. I think the first thing was rain.
Sometimes, at night, I wake up and I’m all like “FUUUUUCCK!!!!”
because you’re not here with me. I mean, shit, you know? Like,
the last time we hung out together and I got to batter your snatch
with my nut-splatters. I just keep thinking about that and how we
were fucking so hard and shit. You were all like, “Oh Oh Fuck me!”
and I was all like, “Yeeeeeeeeaaaah!” That shit was dope. Word.
Best Believe!
But what’s fucked up about that shit is that whenever I think about
it, I get all, like, hurtful and shit. Like my heart, you know? Like my
heart gets all gay and shit and it breaks. Can you believe that shit?
See what you did to me, you bitch? You made me a fag and shit!!
LOL!
But, nah. For real. Like, it’s weird, you know? I remember waaaay
back when we were just like, kids and shit, remember? We used
to just play and frolic in the neighborhood with the other, much
more faggy children. They all sucked. But one thing I clearly
remember from that time is that you did not suck. Your Suck to
Not Suck ratios were clearly leaning in the direction of Not Suck.
This is, as usual, assuming that I am using the word “ratio”
properly. Also, “properly.” I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s a word
that I didn’t just make up. If I did, spread that shit around and tell
people it came from me.
But, yeah. We used to just be kids as we hung out together. We’d
play on the monkey bars down the street at Cherry Park. We’d
run after the ice cream man as his chiming melody triggered a
pav …pav…Pavolovian (?) response in us that made us crave the
tastiness of Mickey Mouse’s severed head on a stick. We used to
pass funny notes to each other in Mrs. Hill’s class. Remember?
Remember all that shit?
We were so sweet and innocent back then.
I have since seen you swallow every last drop of my cum and,
literally, ask for more. Fuck, bro. I fucking love that shit. And I
fucking love you for doing it.
Yes, that’s right, Julie. I said it. Not only do I love that you are
totally willing to ingest every last drop of my seed and then put in
a request for more, but I love you as well.
I Love You, Julie.
I love your hair. I love your eyes. I love the way your ass jiggles
when you walk to the bathroom to douche your pussy after we
bang like two enraged beavers fighting over a stick that we both
want to use in the construction of our respective dams. Any one
of those traits by themselves could get me harder than
Wolverine ’s adamantium-laced bones. Put them all together and
my balls want to explode whenever you come in to the room.
That shit is crazy. No lie. And I have no reason to lie when it
comes to the matters of my cock expanding faster than the
universe. And I mean that literally …well, not the expanding faster
than the universe part. I have no way in telling if that is, in fact, a
factual statement. I failed Astronomy twice yet I only remember
taking it once. Anyway, I was being literal in the sense that you
can literally tell that I am not lying when I say that I find you sexy
because the proof is in the pudding. The pudding is my dick. And
it gets fucking huge when I see you.
Also, I did not mean to imply that my dick may in anyway be
made of pudding. That would be weird. Although, I would not
object to you nicknaming my dick “The Butterscotch Stallion,” for
it both gives you the sinful pleasures that you need; and it is kind
of a dark, mucous-y yellow. Which, by the way, I am very happy
you are not weirded out by. Most are.
Which brings me to the next reason for why I love you: you
accept me for who I am. You understand that I ’m not the
sharpest tool in the place that the tools are kept until you need to
use the tools again. You can look beyond my spiky hair, and
sunglasses that I refuse to take off, and my totally sweet Ed Hardy
T-shirt and just see a guy that wants to be held to the bosom of a
lovely young lass that works at a totally rockin ’ strip joint that paid
to have her bosoms made in to Double-D bosoms, because (in
her boss ’s words) “You’ve got the face of an angel, but the tits of a
malnourished baby.”
You accept that I’ve been unemployed for roughly 2 years. You
accept that before there was a You and Me there was a Me and
Your Sister, and before that a Me and Your Cousin Liza, and, for
one night, there was a Me and Your Cousin Liza and somebody
that may or may not have been a member of your family that is
now dead from a disease that I was kind of worried that I
contracted. (Don ’t worry. I didn’t contract it. I found out the day
after you and I fucked for the first time).
The point of all of this is simple, Julie. I love you. I really do. I may
not be the best guy you can get, and I probably shouldn ’t even be
the guy you have right now, but I love you for that very reason.
You captured my heart and mind at a time in my life when I truly
felt no one would ever want me – a time when I figured that I
would never find somebody to even give me the time of day.
Being apart from you right now is killing me and I can ’t wait until
you return so I can hold you in my arms and just stare in to your
eyes again. I can ’t wait for that day, Julie. I can’t fucking wait.
XOXO
P.S. – Your butt; is that a hole you be interested in me jizzing
inside of?
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