Is it tangerines? Is it Richard Madely? Is it the Ungrateful Dead? It's certainly fucking terrifying. It sounds like the most threadbare conspiracy theory out there, and it is, in fact, true. I can't believe it's not the biggest news story in the world.
You might be right. Like most people I have an ability to toggle off any thoughts of impending doom, but I’m glad someone’s putting some thought into it
It doesn't make you stupid at all! I appreciate you mining for all the hidden layers of nonsense I do my best to stuff in here. The power of the word is all we've got
OK, just googled it. It's bad news for women, in that it heightens the risk of tear and/or episiotomy during childbirth. Well, I happened to endure an episiotomy while delivering my daughter, and then I had to be stitched up! Having someone sew the most delicate part of my body after such an ordeal was an unpleasant experience, even though the doctor was smoking hot, kind, and skilled. Not recommended.
Jesus Christ, that sounds absolutely awful. I can't believe that's a thing that happens! The stumpy peenie is starting to look a pretty sweet deal about now. As with all men, I've assumed we've got it the worst, when things are pretty sweet on this side. As per usual, I've done zero research besides half-listening to one podcasts.
Well, actually I had an almost idyllic delivery: the whole shebang lasted 6 hours, there were no issues, the episiotomy was just a small cut during a contraction, so you don't almost notice it, the stitches were painful but bearable, since the before had been worse.
Re: teeny weenie, I leave you with a Piedmontese proverb, translated into Italian: Non lungo che tocchi, non grosso che sfondi, ma duro che duri. Something like that: You don't want it too long – it overreaches. You don't want it too big – it breaks you. But you want it hard and long-lasting. There's a pun with "duro" (hard) and "duri" (subjunctive form of the verb "durare" – to last).
I respect your birthing game! Nearly pulled off a clean sweep. I’m a great big lummox, with a head like a cinder block, only denser, and a neck that could support that head from birth. As a joke, I once apologised to my mum for any damage on exit and she just said oh don’t worry about it dear.
Haha I like it. I will hang on to that. My family are all grammar-horny English teachers, I was born in the precisely-cut alcoves off pedant’s corner!
Is it poison? Is it micro-plastic? Is it soy in the food? Some combination of factors is wiping out our fertility.
Is it tangerines? Is it Richard Madely? Is it the Ungrateful Dead? It's certainly fucking terrifying. It sounds like the most threadbare conspiracy theory out there, and it is, in fact, true. I can't believe it's not the biggest news story in the world.
It is the doom of the West.
If the West fails, humanity is doomed.
Only the West is capable of getting us off this rock, of extending our species across our solar system.
If the West fails, humanity dies on this rock.
You might be right. Like most people I have an ability to toggle off any thoughts of impending doom, but I’m glad someone’s putting some thought into it
I can't even fathom what having a shorter perineum implies. Do I want to know, though? You bet your sweet perineum.
hahaha I'm honoured that you would assume there was some dark implication behind my nonsense! No just garden variety nonsense
Sam, I believe every fucking word you write. If that makes me stupid, fine, I'm stupid. But I still have faith in the Power of the Word.
It doesn't make you stupid at all! I appreciate you mining for all the hidden layers of nonsense I do my best to stuff in here. The power of the word is all we've got
Your proverb has inspired me and its our duty to retrospectively stow some meaning in a short taint!
Maybe, like that Italian saying long arms, short taint, it means he’s tight.
Or stupidity, that lad couldn’t find his own arsehole with long arms and a short taint
Or maybe the insufficient length between the two areas suggests they have poor hygiene
Any theories appreciated. We will get to the bottom of the bottom of the bottom
OK, just googled it. It's bad news for women, in that it heightens the risk of tear and/or episiotomy during childbirth. Well, I happened to endure an episiotomy while delivering my daughter, and then I had to be stitched up! Having someone sew the most delicate part of my body after such an ordeal was an unpleasant experience, even though the doctor was smoking hot, kind, and skilled. Not recommended.
Jesus Christ, that sounds absolutely awful. I can't believe that's a thing that happens! The stumpy peenie is starting to look a pretty sweet deal about now. As with all men, I've assumed we've got it the worst, when things are pretty sweet on this side. As per usual, I've done zero research besides half-listening to one podcasts.
Well, actually I had an almost idyllic delivery: the whole shebang lasted 6 hours, there were no issues, the episiotomy was just a small cut during a contraction, so you don't almost notice it, the stitches were painful but bearable, since the before had been worse.
Re: teeny weenie, I leave you with a Piedmontese proverb, translated into Italian: Non lungo che tocchi, non grosso che sfondi, ma duro che duri. Something like that: You don't want it too long – it overreaches. You don't want it too big – it breaks you. But you want it hard and long-lasting. There's a pun with "duro" (hard) and "duri" (subjunctive form of the verb "durare" – to last).
That's all from the Pedant's Corner today.
I respect your birthing game! Nearly pulled off a clean sweep. I’m a great big lummox, with a head like a cinder block, only denser, and a neck that could support that head from birth. As a joke, I once apologised to my mum for any damage on exit and she just said oh don’t worry about it dear.
Haha I like it. I will hang on to that. My family are all grammar-horny English teachers, I was born in the precisely-cut alcoves off pedant’s corner!
Every sperm is saaaaacred!
NO. EVERY SPERM IS A SACRIFICE AT THE ALTAR OF SLIGHTLY FRESHER SHIT!
Haha if that is the case, I am the high priest of afternoon rejuvination