Monday, October 17, 2005

Fucking A Bucket Of Water

Just thought I'd share another charming turn of phrase from one of my colleagues at work (not to mention making a shameless attempt to increase my visitor stats with a vulgar yet popular title).

It may be a phrase you're already familiar with, it is of course a variation on a theme. My peers preferred what I believe to be a less crude version, "like chucking a sausage down an alley".

I suppose this is the difference between my peers of yesteryear and my peers of today although neither are the best examples of English usage one could hope to find.

For those of you less familiar with the parlance of our time I should point out that both phrases refer to having penetrative sex with a woman who's vaginal walls are slack, either by reason of assumed overuse or presumably obesity.

Of course an element of exaggeration is involved as the relative size of a sausage and alley (being an entryway between two buildings) bears no comparison to the relative size of a male penis or a female vagina. That, I suppose, is the nature of such humour as may or may not exist in such a statement.

Personally I enjoy the hopeless futility engendered by the thought of intercourse with a bucket of water but that may be a private pleasure not commonly shared. I would welcome your opinion but as I only had one returning visitor last week then I would have to assume that if you are reading this you were only attracted by the use of the word 'fucking' in the tile. Maybe you were searching for a picture of someone enjoying such an act, either way I think your opinion is somewhat devalued so I'll not patronise you with such a hollow promise.

I was going to moan about my partner but I've enjoyed this far more and can now go to bed with a lighter heart.

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Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.