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Meet the Genitailor

What’s that mean? Think, um, designer vaginas.

“Designer vaginal surgery is on the cutting edge in terms of cosmetic surgery trends, no pun intended,” says Dr. Roy Jackson, a Vancouver obstetrician and gynaecologist who specializes in vaginal and vulvar cosmetic augmentation procedures. Jackson is taking a lunch-break with me before his afternoon appointment at the False Creek Surgical Centre: a combined tummy tuck and “laser vaginal rejuvenation.”

According to The American Society of Plastic Surgeons, these surgeries have become the hottest trend in the field, thanks largely to Dr. David Matlock of the LA-based Laser Vaginal Rejuvenation Institute. He taught Jackson his techniques five years ago and is booked solid for the next six months “making things pretty.”

According to Matlock, the most popular surgeries are “liposculpting a mons pubis which is too fat,” laser-cutting “sagging or long labia majora,” injecting fat into the labia, tightening the vaginal passage to enhance a woman’s “sexual gratification” and even re-constructing hymens. It might sound like some kind of horror plot, but according to Matlock, “this is a no-brainer for women” who “want an overhaul.”

Porn ideals

For Matlock, it all started when a woman he treated for incontinence commented to him that after her surgery, her sex life was improved, so much so that her husband said it was “like being with a new woman.” Through word of mouth and an ad in a local paper in 1998, he became “inundated with calls” from women who didn’t have incontinence but wanted tighter vaginal passages.

Other women came in with porn mags, saying they wanted to look like the women in the pictures, and he developed other labial and pubic procedures to meet their needs.

Now, a whole spectrum of women from their teens to their 60s is opting for these surgeries: from waitresses to lawyers to stay-at-home-mothers. Jackson recently operated on a “high-profile supermodel” and Matlock recalls “a young nude dancer,” with “a beautiful genital structure, but excess skin like a raspberry.” So, he performed a labioplasty to “make the labia majora hug the labia minora, like a pencil.”

Sarah, a single 22-year-old Toronto university student and waitress, travelled to LA last year for her surgery with another designer vagina specialist, the appropriately named Dr. Gary Alter. Sarah had a labia reduction. “I felt uncomfortable with the way my vagina looked. I’d say I started noticing a difference between me and other girls and become more aware and embarrassed when I was, like, 13. It brought down my confidence and later made me not want any guy to see me naked.” Sarah is “totally satisfied with the results.”

‘Totally natural’

“You have to be realistic, right?” Sarah says. “He’s not going to give you a totally different vagina, just take the extra skin off yours. There are actually barely any scars. It looks totally natural, and there is absolutely no loss of feeling. Now I don’t have to hide anything. I rarely had sexual relationships before but now, it’s a lot more fun! I feel totally free.”

Women often say they feel free, liberated, somehow more like their true selves after cosmetic surgery. These ideas surfaced when Kathy Davis wrote about cosmetic surgery recipients in the mid-90s and claimed that these women were empowered “cultural agents” of feminism, pursuing personal goals and re-claiming their bodies. Since then, cosmetic surgery numbers have been steadily increasing, with a new surgery targeting a different body part appearing virtually every year.

Feminists and bio-ethicists, however, wonder if recipients are more like “cultural dopes” and merely puppets of cultural forces fixated on physical perfection.

“We wanted to look at the reasoning involved with the ‘feminist agency’ idea that cosmetic surgery improves women’s circumstances,” says University of Washington philosophy professor Sara Goering, who has been studying recent cosmetic surgery recipients. She’s found that most of the women she’s polled feel “less autonomous and feel pressure to conform to social biases.” She’s also found that “all of the women had lower self-esteem” after surgery and in fact wanted more surgeries.

Feminist procedures?

“Even good feminists don’t want to undercut women’s choices, but I think we need to look at the larger moral implications,” says Goering. “The easier it becomes to do, the more the responsibility to look like this shifts and places a burden on the person who chooses not to augment.”

Back at the lunch table, Dr. Jackson thinks “women should be entitled to have their choice. I might see a patient who’s going to have a hysterectomy, right. I’ll be thinking to myself, geez, this is unbelievable what I’m seeing here. And she is not even aware of the fact that her labia are a problem for her. Then I’ll see a woman’s labia, which compared to other women might be reasonable, but to her it’s a huge thing. She’s doing this for herself, for her self-confidence. So I just ask what I can do to help.”

What about those social implications and the heavy stress on superficial aspects of self-esteem? “

Okay,” says Jackson, “Let’s assume that on a psychological level, a woman sees herself as 80 percent perfect, and feels some of her shortcomings are based on her physical appearance. We could build her confidence to 90% by taking care of the physical aspects and then maybe by working with her psychologically you can build her to 100 percent, or 98 percent. I spend a lot of time building up their psyches. I’m a very positive person and I want to ooze – you know, I want them to be passionate and appreciative of life and feel positive that the glass is half full, not half empty.”

Where are the men?

Jackson admits he can’t fix everyone and does turn away the odd patient. “The red flags are, first if you don’t quite develop that patient-doctor rapport,” says Jackson. “Or if I think the reason she wants to have surgery is the wrong reason: for example, a woman who has never had any children, and who wants a rejuvenation done because she thinks her vagina isn’t tight enough, and she’s hoping to have this unbelievable sexual experience – one I won’t be able to provide. I would tell her from the outset, your ability to have an orgasm has nothing to do with the surgery.”

Jackson recently refused a patient. “She wouldn’t leave me alone, phoning me every day: ‘why won’t you operate on me?!’” Dr. Matlock even had a patient threaten to “go outside with a razor blade and cut it off.” He had to call in security.

“Are we so programmatically masochistic that we not only accept but lust after these incredibly dangerous procedures?” wonders Virginia Blum, a University of Kentucky English professor, social theorist, and writer of the book Flesh Wounds: The Culture of Cosmetic Surgery. “Why not do these surgeries if they make you feel better? Because it participates in making people crazy. Cosmetic surgery is an incredibly addictive structure.”

Blum has watched a few “brutal” cosmetic surgeries operations, including marathon all-day multiple procedures, and found it “really scary seeing these women treated like cars at the auto shop.” Cars are an appropriate analogy of the way we are increasingly objectifying ourselves to become marketable, palatable, shinier. “Cosmetic surgery is now a mainstream structure which proliferates the idea of consumption as empowerment and objectifying yourself as the best, quickest route to happiness,” says Blum. “But, why are so few men joining in?”

Indeed, while there was a 44 percent increase in US cosmetic procedures in 2004, including a 17 percent increase in surgeries, the surgery rates decreased 11 percent for men. Plus, most cosmetic surgeons are men. “They’re the darlings of the media,” says Blum, “And they’re getting more and more intrepid, walking an increasingly sharp ethical edge.”

A better product

While other surgeons invent new procedures, like Dr. Alter’s “pie-wedge” labioplasty, Jackson wants to add more psychology to his practice. “One of my mentors is Dennis Waitley. I just finished studying his work on the psychology of winning. Life is a game and we can win this game. In order to play the game right, you’ve gotta believe in yourself. If that means doing some surgery to contribute to building your belief in yourself, do it. If you don’t need it, don’t do it.”

“It’s part of the environment of taking the bar of civilization to the next level,” says Jackson. “We are producing some great people in the world today. At the end of the day, the human being should be a better product.

“I think life is fantastic. If my patient tells me that in the morning she just can’t wait to get out of bed, this is a happy person. If she tells me she loves Mondays, that’s a second indication. I’m totally against the phrase TGIF. Ah Monday, I love Monday. I try to instil in my children [aged 9 and 12] and the people I interact with that the next time someone says to you TGIF, say, you should rename it TGIM. Thank God it’s Monday. The week starts with opportunity. I hate Fridays. You know why I hate Fridays? Because it’s a weekend. I don’t like weekends.”

Others might welcome a chance to sail or hit Whistler’s slopes. “I’m a contrarian,” says the doctor. “I’m being a bit bizarre here but I’m giving you an example of what I really believe. If we enhance their happiness with the way they look, let’s do this. My goal is to at least get a smile out of them. We have a competition in our office. If I can get them to leave the office smiling or chuckling, I get a point. If they don’t leave with a smile, I lose a point. At the end of the day, we check the score and I win.”

Scoring against other doctors at the office? “No, myself. If I can make people feel better about themselves, then I’m winning. That’s what life is about. I want to win. I want people to feel good.”

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Spring heat

A little girl asked her Mom, “Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the block?”

Mom replied, “No, because she is in heat.”

“What’s that mean?” asked the child.

“Go ask your father. I think he’s in the garage.”

The little girl goes to the garage and says, “Dad, may I take Belle for a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said the dog was in heat, and to come to you.”

Dad said, “Bring Belle over here.”

He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog’s backside with it to disguise the scent, and said “OK, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time round the block.”

The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash. Surprised, Dad asked, “Where’s Belle?”

The little girl said, “She ran out of gas about halfway down the block, so another dog is pushing her home.”

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New drug

In Pharmacology, all drugs have two names, a trade name and generic name. For example, the trade name of Tylenol also has a generic name of Acetaminophen. Aleve is also called Naproxen. Amoxil is also called Amoxicillin and Advil is also called Ibuprofen.

The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra. After careful consideration by a team of government experts, it recently announced that it has settled on the generic name of Mycoxafloppin. Also considered were mycoxafailin, Mydixadrupin, Mydixarizin, Dixafix, and of course, Ibepokin.

Pfizer Corp. announced today that VIAGRA will soon be available in liquid form, and will be marketed by Pepsi Cola as a power beverage suitable for use as a mixer. It will now be possible for a man to literally pour himself a stiff one. Obviously we can no longer call this a soft drink, and it gives new meaning to the names of “cocktails”, “highballs” and just a good old-fashioned “stiff drink.”

Pepsi will market the new concoction by the name of: “MOUNT & DO.”

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Rules of manhood

1 Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

2 It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances:
a. When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.
c. After wrecking your boss’ car.
d. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into “The Crying Game”.
e. When she is using her teeth

3 Any man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.

4 Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

5 If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.

6 Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

7 No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy’s birthday is strictly optional.

8 On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.

9 When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask whose playing.

10 You may fart in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend.

11 It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach… and it’s delivered by a topless supermodel … and it’s free.

12 Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.

13 Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.

14 Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.

15 If a man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.

16 Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.

17 A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

18 Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that’s just greedy.

19 If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.

20 Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.

21 Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
a. Yeah, Baby, Push it!
b. C’mon, give me one more! Harder!
c. Another set and we can hit the showers!

22 Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e. both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

23 Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.

24 The morning after you and a girl who was formerly “just a friend” have carnal drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was occurs.

25 It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.

26 Thou shall not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.

27 The girl who replies to the question ! “What do you want for Christmas?” with “If you loved me, you’d know what I want!” gets an Xbox. End of story.

28 There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever.

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The why’s of men:

1. WHY DO MEN BECOME SMARTER DURING SEX?
(because they are plugged into a genius)

2. WHY DON’T WOMEN BLINK DURING SEX?
(they don’t have enough time)

3. WHY DOES IT TAKE 1 MILLION SPERM TO FERTILIZE ONE EGG?
(they don’t stop to ask directions)

4. WHY DO MEN SNORE WHEN THEY LIE ON THEIR BACKS?
(because their balls fall over their butt-hole and they vapor lock)
(you’re laughing, aren’t you?!?!)

5. WHY WERE MEN GIVEN LARGER BRAINS THAN DOGS?
(so they won’t hump women’s legs at cocktails parties)

6. WHY DID GOD MAKE MEN BEFORE WOMEN?
(you need a rough draft before you make a final copy)

7. HOW MANY MEN DOES IT TAKE TO PUT A TOILET SEAT DOWN?
(don’t know…..it never happened)
( C’mon guys, we laugh at your blonde jokes!)

8. WHY DID GOD PUT MEN ON EARTH?
(because a vibrator can’t mow the lawn)

Remember, if you haven’t got a smile on your face and laughter in your heart…Then you are just an old sour fart.

Disclaimer: This post does not represent the views and opinions of the blog contributors. They are the views of the donator and her’s alone!

This post was sent in by a female friend.

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A First Timer’s Guide to Watching Porn

So, you think you might be interested in watching a dirty movie, eh? You’re not alone. According to the Free Speech Coalition’s 1999 survey of adult retailers, during 1998 stores in the United States reported a total of 686 million rentals of adult tapes. Typically when we think of the people who rent the videos, we think of men in raincoats and all those stereotypes — and while that may be true for part of the population, these guys are practically extinct today. It’s certainly true that the average viewer is male, but the viewership has changed over the last 25 years to include a greater amount of women and couples of all orientations. While a 1997 study by The Society for the Scientific Study of Sexuality concluded that most explicit books, magazines, and videos were marketed to heterosexual men, the researchers noted that in recent years more material had been produced by and for heterosexual women.

If you’re female, admitting to yourself that you want to watch a dirty movie may take some — or a lot of — forethought. One of the major obstacles that we women face is the widely held notion that women don’t respond to sexual imagery as men do — a notion that is absolutely untrue. In her 1994 study, Dr. Ellen Laan of the University of Amsterdam proved that women respond physiologically to sexual images, even when the women said that the porn they watched was boring or unarousing. When seeing the sex onscreen (whether from male or female directors), their genitals congested quite robustly, thank you very much.

Once you feel okay with using porn as a sex toy, there are a few things you need to know before you get started. First, keep your expectations in check — you’re not going to see anything like the mega-budget Hollywood blockbusters that you’re used to. Why not? Because outside of Hollywood studios, no one has that kind of money, or those resources to throw around, especially in a film genre that’s controversial.

The quality you’re going to see is like daytime soap operas; with simple sets, standard lighting, digital cameras, and barely there acting. Unless you go with a film from a bigger studio — because the world of porn has a studio system just like in Hollywood. The big studio films (like Vivid and VCA) have bigger budgets, better sets, actors who might have gone to acting school, writers who have writing experience, and directors who are more likely to take their craft seriously, with some using real film stock in their movies.

Just like with any other sex toy, it helps if you’re aroused before you begin watching porn. When you’re ready to put the tape in and press play, be sure to have the following items ready: lube, a dildo, vibrator, and/or towel, and the remote control. Having a sex toy ready if you need it is handy because if the video turns you on (and you subsequently want to get off), then you won’t have to interrupt the moment to search around for your toys.

But why the remote control? The remote is the only really required item for porn viewing: you’ll need to fast forward through anything you don’t like, or whatever distracts you from your arousal — be it lame dialogue, a sex act you don’t prefer, or an unsightly boob job. For some people this seems like a hassle at first — why can’t they just make the “perfect” porno?

Porn comes in so many flavors and viewers bring so many different appetites to the table that the makers of porn try to appeal to as many tastes as possible in a relatively short amount of time. Porn has to get to the point pretty quickly in order to retain horny viewers who usually want instant gratification, and so like Hollywood, they’ve boiled down what they think viewers want into formulas. Typical-male type formulas — that is, typical males of about twenty years ago.

The formulas always include six to seven sex scenes, a standard set of positions and couplings, actors and actresses with mostly-shaved genitals, men with larger than normal penises, and women with larger than normal breasts — with a few notable exceptions. An oft-voiced complaint is that the men are acceptable when unlovely in fitness and form, while the women’s bodies must conform to a standard: underweight, blonde hair, big lips, and big boobs (the Beverly Hills Plastic Surgery Association is always well represented). Without fail, the men always pull out before orgasm and ejaculate on the women’s breasts, face, ass, or vulva, so the viewer can see it. To say the least, little emphasis is placed on female orgasm and ejaculation, but that’s changing as we speak.

Think about what expectations you’re bringing to your first adult video and you can make a selection that won’t leave you high and dry, or in the worst-case scenario, angry at the genre. What ideas turn you on — small breasts, big butts, women in charge, realistic plots, blowjobs, two gals and a guy, male anal penetration, group sex? This may not be your list, but you get the idea. Get clear on what you want to avoid by making another list of things you don’t want to see — do you get turned off by fake breasts, hairy men, rimming, toe-sucking, facial ejaculation, two women together, or watching anal sex? These are just examples to get you brainstorming about what you’ll want to look for, and what you’ll want to fast forward through. You may find more to add to either list as you view tapes — sometimes we find things that turn us on or off that we didn’t even know about.

There are certain things in porn that are going to be hard to avoid if you don’t like them. Facial ejaculation (men ejaculating on women’s faces) is pretty much a standard. So are boob jobs. I hear a lot of complaints about both of these things. I can’t offer much by the way of explanation when people find these things icky or strange, except to say that some people, somewhere, like these things. Well, I hope they do, because they have an awful lot of porn to watch. But if you want to avoid facials, look for porn made by women directors, like Veronica Hart and Candida Royalle. Both women make excellent plot-driven movies, and if you want to avoid anal sex, so does Candida and she avoids it in her films for the most part. Finding all-natural starlets is a little tricky, but there are more of them now than five years ago. Look for porn made by independent movie companies like SIR Video, or porn that features all-naturals.

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Sex on wheels

By Amanda Kidd

Everyone from feminist scholars to third-rate rock stars has identified motorcycles as potent metaphors for sex. The speed, the danger, the leather clothing, the excitement of a good ride are all very similar to the sensations most of us associate with great sex. And who would argue that a Ducati 998 isn’t every bit as gorgeous as a naked woman, or that the rush of going knee down or carrying a sick second-gear wheelie isn’t orgasmic? Motorcycles are damn sexy. So guys, it goes without saying that the motorcycle you ride makes a powerful statement about your sexual prowess. Quit snickering–you’d be surprised at how much a savvy woman who rides (and what savvy woman doesn’t?) can tell about your skills between the sheets by just a quick glance at your bike. For instance, intelligent women know that ratty stunt-bike riders make the best lovers. Their, um, “services” are in such high demand that they’re barely able to find time to lube the chain, much less hand-rub 30 coats of clear lacquer. Keeping this in mind, it might be helpful to consider the particular statement your own scooter makes about your sexuality.

I’ll start with those cruiser guys, because aside from a red Corvette and a pneumatic, 19-year-old “personal assistant,” nothing screams midlife crisis quite like a chopper. Start with the pipes–even a nun knows a rider’s package measurements are inversely proportional to the length and girth of his exhaust pipes. Other accessories can betray as well. See mudflaps tacked onto the fenders? He irons his socks and wears them to bed, too. Naked-lady murals on the tank? Never seen a real pair of breasts in his life. And ladies, watch out for Harleys with sky-scraping sissy bars out back. His favorite bedroom accessory straps around your waist.

You sportbike guys are almost as bad. A Gixxer with a neon-lime windscreen and polished wheels screams, “I’ll pick you up for our first date in a jacked-up Cutlass with a silly sticker of a cartoon character pissing in the back window, and we’re going to Red Lobster.” Race leathers worn on the street are another red flag, especially those pasted with phony sponsor decals. You still buy Underoos from the little boy’s department and play Dungeons & Dragons. Online. Other sportbike warning signs: fender eliminator? Castration anxiety, and he’s only gonna get off if there are garden shears in the bed. Stealth turn signals? Subscriber to Close Shave. Rollin’ on 190-series rear tires? See “exhaust pipes” above. And pity the poor fool rockin’ a Ducati 9xx with a tank bra and a color-matched seat cover–his bike just screams cross-dresser with a possible secret diaper fetish.

Sport-tourers are definitely the worst, though. VFR/ST4/Sprint ST riders are perpetual adolescents–they play like they’re down with the mortgage and 2.5 kids, but every other Saturday they’re slurping tequila from the navel of some girl named Mindy and conducting field research on the “Mutation and Proliferation of Common STDs.” And nothing says poser like an adventure tourer. He’s a wannabe rugged individualist who spends all night downloading maps of exotic destinations he’ll never see. Speaking of that GPS clamped to the handlebar–gadget fetish, and definite robot-sex fantasies.

No matter what sort of bike you ride, it broadcasts a crystal-clear message about your sexual peccadilloes. Naked bike? Exhibitionist and nude-beach freak with more hair on his back than his head. Dual-sport riders like to get freaky outdoors, not to mention that they’re not very good about washing “down there.” If you ride a V-Max you’re an S&M enthusiast with a flogger made from spark-plug leads. If you ride a Warrior (or other “performance cruiser”) you’ve got the same S&M inclinations, only you repress these by coaching Little League on the weekends. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

So where, exactly, does all this leave a worldly woman rider wishing for a motorcyclist with just the right mix of studliness and sensitivity to sexually satisfy her for all eternity? In my experience, wheelying off into the sunset, solo, astride an SV650. (Which, by the way, boys, is definitely not a girl’s bike!) Most of you biker boyz are too busy standing around the parking lot at some Hooters bike night comparing one another’s “camshafts” to even notice a classy babe like me.

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Be your own porn star

Did you ever wish you could star in your own XXX porn flick? Of course you have, you’re a red-blooded breathing human being, aren’t you? Until now the best you could do was play act Boogie Nights with your friends and hope you didn’t get stuck with the Burt Reynolds role again. But those days are over. Thanks to the Porn-o-matic you can have it any way you want. Any time you want. And as often as you want!

Jug

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The miracle of toilet paper

From a married womens point of view…

Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it’s not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion:

“If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds.”

Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.

“How long will this take?” I asked.

“They will grow larger over a period of years,” my husband replies.

I stopped.

“Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?”

“Without missing a beat,” he says. “Worked for your butt, didn’t it?”

He’s still alive, and with a great deal of therapy.

He may even walk again.

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Joke

Two Scotsman were discussing how far each could make a dime reach. They agreed to try it and meet a few days later to see who won.

The first guy bought a cigar, and smoked one-third the first day and saved the ashes. He smoked one-third the second day and saved the ashes. He smoked one-third the third day and again saved the ashes. On the fourth day he gave the ashes to his wife to use as fertilizer on her roses. He told the other guy, “I know you can’t beat that for stretching a dime.”

The other Scotsman said, “I got you beat. I bought a Polish sausage for a dime, and the first day I ate one-half, and on the second day I ate the other half. The third day I used the skin for a condom, and the fourth day I took a shit in the skin and sewed it back up. The fifth day I took it back to the butcher and told him it smelled like shit. He agreed with me and gave me my dime back.”

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