Well, it's official, there is nothing that you can't sell to rich, stupid people. Snail caviar? If they sold it for ten times what they are asking now, they'd sell much more than they are selling now, because if you charge a lot for it, it MUST be better and worth more, simply based on exclusivity. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
Damn! Frak! I never got the chance to ride the second one, the 4D Borg Experience, where you get to get assimilated by the Borg! Well, at least now it makes for one less choice of the thousands of things to do in Vegas. I think there's at least a dozen Cirque du Soleil shows to choose from. If they replace it with a theater for Michael Jackson..... PHOTON TORPEDOES AWAY!!!!!
You people. Don't you recognize this? Back when Hermes fought the Harpies, he took a bad hit to the leg, and lost one of the wings off of his feet. While it was re-growing, Vulcan (or was it Hephaestos?) fashioned him this keen prosthetic leg wing. Worked like a charm. Don't you people read the news? Sheesh. Mel
While the awsomements are obviously male oriented, I have to ask one thing: Where be the women? Surely Marilyn Monroe or Bridgette Bardot deserve a place on the list. I'm just sayin'.
It's a Kinky! There's nothing non-kinky that this thing can't be used for. Ever wonder where the adjective Kinky came from? Look no further. This is a Kinky, possibly one of the original kinkies. Oh you can take this thing around the block, if that's your thing, or just leave it where it is and all your friends will know about your "proclivities". I can't find my original Proclivity. It's kind of like a Kinky, but with TWO handles, instead of one. You can take it TWICE around the block, if you wish.
After the apocalypse, when your ordinary Joe is donning the "Leather and Feathers" a la Mad Max, and fighting over gazoline, this is where I'll be going.
Go cotton shower curtains! If they get a bit of mold, firstly, don't leave them bunched up on one side, spread them out! Secondly, you can always throw them in the wash with some bleach. I used to like the vinyl smell, too, but I'll fight a little bit of mold over incipient brain rot any day.
Maybe it's a toy that you can use to play either a Cowboy or an Indian.
If it walks like a whore and looks like a whore and sounds like a whore, it's a whore.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Mel
I'm just sayin'.
What else could it be?