i rammed it into her female anatomy and felt nothing

[Sojourner]

At 02:38 AM 9/14/97 -0400, Mittelwerk at aol.com wrote some tripe:


>i mean, pussies are just so metaphorical, don't you think?  and where they
>shift their phorical over to is, yes, cocks!  very good, dear, let's continue
>this discussion in my study, where the candlelight is just right, and the
>Vicodin is already dissolved in the Porto, yes. . . .no?
>
>the thing about you broads is that you don't really know what your pussy
>looks like, much less what it means . . . to a red-blooded Amercian libidinal
>wretch.  I mean, how many of you (except for dykes--who tend to go overbroad)
>have ever taken a really good peek at the actual object, er, commodity, er,
>use-value, er, gold-dusted honey muffin, itself.  i mean, gone really inside,
>to Xanadu, El Dorado, a Ford dealership next to a Dairy Queen just down the
>road from a phony vortex.  Well?  Do you how the thing tastes, feels, could
>you compare it to another . . . I mean, even Garrison Keilor knows this shit,
>fr'chrissakes--and you don't.  
>
>Look, I don't even want to get this harsh, but you rebuffed me and so brought
>it down upon yourself--but:  do you really know why the Rocket flies?
>
>Allright, allright, relax, calm down, and remember:
>The stomach governs the downbearing of the turbid!
>

I think you need to get into the band King Missile.  They wrote a
song for you, "Detachable Penis" which you may enjoy.  With your
new DP, you can use it for many more purposes than simply
writing emails with it or making decisions with it, you can now
bind it to your sleeve, so that everyone can now see your
number one love.