A new female condom is coming on the market.
The FC2 Female Condom is made with a soft material for quieter use. Its original version failed to gain a foothold in the U.S. marketplace because it was too noisy to use, as well as too expensive.
Too noisy? Hell, why not make them even noiser, but with better sounds?
How about the Flight Of The Valkyries? Or something wet and squishy, like rubber boots slogging through the mud of a rice paddy?
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Laughing really, really hard right now. Send the wine another day. I needed that.
Man, I hope I'll be able to get the phrase "rubber boots slogging through the mud of a rice paddy" out of my head someday.
Gasket, I had to give a listening exam after reading this post. While playing Wagner's Wesendonck Lieder for my students, what comes strolling into my brain? Yep, you got it- squishy,wet, slogging rubber boots...
Oy, wat a day!
I deleted that because of a tie-po. Sorry. Should have been:
I saw Janis Joplin in the lobby of the Chelsea once. She was having a smoke. My friend Rick went up to her to pay his respects. She wouldn't or couldn't utter a word. He claimed that she tried, but it was the night after a concert and she had no voice.
I knew her a little in Austin. I think it was 1962. I left school the next Spring. She used to bang on an autoharp and belt out work songs in the cafe of the Student Union at UT. Before Threadgils. When I got back to the states in 1967, she was Janis. I remember seeing her face on an album. Took me some time to remember who she was. She was unlucky.
I totally missed out on Rock and Roll...I got in just to hear the death rattle.
Where is the Misty Mountain Hop? Where is the Smoke on the Water?
Kiss in the Kingdome?
Everything now is beer and lifestyle music.
I got the leftovers of the Stones and the other ancients just grinding it out to make a living.
Sounds like you were born too late. On the other hand, my son, who is about your age, got to climb a tree and sit right over the stage at an outdoor Talking Heads concert when he was a kid. On the way out, we saw people slam dancing.
Once in a lifetime...
Keep on Orpheus. Set loose those Maenads on fearful flesh. Make those crazy girls sing backup to your own mad song.
I think I can use that, Mansky.
You be poet, man.
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