Category Archives: gender

mine is bigger than yours, Australia

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and don’t even start with me, Texas!

Canadian oysters

BC oysters are gargantuan, breathtakingly muscled city-levelling monstrosities from which even Godzilla would flee in terror, tail tucked neatly between giant dinosaurian legs. You don’t mess with our oysters. Our oysters can kick your oysters’ ass.

Especially once I tell them that YOUR oysters need Viagra.

I then turned to my partners and said “boys – we are going to feed our oysters Viagra and other minerals and vitamins that help with erection dysfunction”. They of course thought I was kidding… within the week we had our web sites, business names and a patent pending application lodged.

We then began the process of feeding oysters the Viagra and other minerals etc in glass and stainless steel tanks.

All I can say is that eating a dozen of these Sydney Rock Hard Oysters® sure as heck works!

What? It’s not really for the oysters at all? Well then, who could the Viagra be for? Hello, Australia? Hello?

Funny, everything’s gone quiet on their end. Maybe I intimidated them?

geoduck

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the most powerful communications tool in the history of the universe

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and what do we do with it?

That’s right. We use it to put YouTube videos in our blogs instead of writing something.

Here’s a classic from the WaybackMachine.

the most 80’s music video of all time?

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You tell me. Presenting Pat and Mick, of whom I have never heard, performing their apparent non-hit I Haven’t Stopped Dancing Yet. Note omnipresent ambiguous, yet powerful, sexuality, along with the presence of two Robert Palmer dancers, a great number of apparently gay boys with great asses and pleated pants, and perhaps the most heinous unironic mullet I’ve ever seen. As one of the commenters said, “Looks like an Afghan Hound trying to have sex with a Geography Teacher.”

The only real competition for this title that I can see is this classic. We are strong, dammit, and we have fabulous accessories!

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socks for sex: the secret to satisfaction

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O rly?

Well, maybe just for British people.

orgasm brain scan

BBC caption: Genuine orgasm: less brain actvity
raincoaster caption: no shit, Sherlock.

The BBC reports on a fascinating study of sexual satisfaction, deception, and big, ugly brain scans. With socks.

This is the pinnacle of every nerd’s erotic dreamland, isn’t it?

When they gave the couples socks to wear, about 80% of the couples were able to achieve orgasm compared with 50% previously in this staged environment.

So, that’s the secret of sex, is it?

Not so fast: what the researchers were actually researching was the differences in brain activation between fake and real female orgasms. And they found out how to tell the two brain scans apart. So, now you’ll always know if she’s faking.

Supah; there’s absolutely no market for this information, is there? Think about it.

Here’s a hint: if you force her to hook up to a big brain scanner prior to having sex, she’s never gonna have a real orgasm, no matter how many socks you put on her.

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the seven stages of menopause

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via Archie, from whom I ruthlessly rent this image. Sue me, O Patriarchal One (IF you dare!)!

the seven dwarves of menopause