Birth Control, Bright Colors & Mardi Gras Beads

Word of the Day:  LUNNER.  

The meal between lunch and dinner.  Use it people!

Ok.  I’ve found the most amusing answer to birth control EVER.

And just because it’s been touted on GIZ Mag, doesn’t mean it’s not credible.  That’s just where Google took me when I Googled it.

And I only Googled it because I saw it in Time Magazine.  A respectable reading aparatus.

What is it you might ask?

A spray on condom.  Excellent.

How does it work, you wonder?

Well, a fella with a semi hard dick, schlong,  dingaling,  johnson, will stick that semi-erect johnson into a can, which has nozzles on all sides, which will spray latex all over that johnson.

See the handy dandy illustration I found for you below:

Got it?  No?  

Here’s one in color.

Cute, huh?

How did it happen you wonder?  Well, some little German dude was thinking naughty thoughts and got a hard on.

Then, he thought to himself:  “Self, wouldn’t it be easier if I could just spray something on my winkie and get right to it instead of having to stop, get a rubber, open it, roll it on and then go?”

His self said: “Yes, German boy.  That’s a smashing idea.”

Supposedly, it’ll be available in a plethora of bright colors. 

Nothing like a bright green wang comin at ya, huh girls?

Now I know you’ll all (well the boys in the group) be thrilled to know… they’re lookin for CONDOM TESTERS….

What are the requirements, you wonder?   Well, your Johnson either has to measure betwixt 9 and 12 centimeters or betwixt 15 and 20 centimeters. 

For y’all non metric types that’s a range from 3.54 to 7.87 inches.

To apply, click here.

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Now… I love giving away the Blingies that I get like a pervert on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras loves throwing beads a flashers.  It’s just that fun.  Thorn bestowed this lil beauty on me last week cuz I cuss alot and I scare him.  Hmmm.    Time to pass it along.

HomoEscapeons.  For his deep thinking.  You go, Donn.

Mental Poo.  For being all gracious when getting bling and talking about poo.  You go, Rod.

Alosha.  For making me realize that the world is small… (six degrees of separation and all).

Buzzardbilly.  For simply being her.  You gotta go over there.

His Bobness.  Because he either makes me laugh, cry or think. And he loves his Mama enough to go to Walmart.  That, my friends, is a great man.