Indeed, but with the baggy pants the prospective catamites are wearing these days, who can tell?!
Mind you, though, at this point in my famine (not that there ever WAS a feast), I’d probably settle for, oh, just breathing–baggy pants or not. Oh, and won’t axe-murder me.
Aaaaaand the Great Doper Gay Conspiracy is well on our way to our ultimate goal of being able to hijack ANY thread on the boards into a Big Gay Flirt Thread! Good work, girlfriends!
Super-fragile callipygous extrovert, ferocious:
Even though the puns in it are simply quite atrocious
If you need a catamite, Matt’s truly quite precocious
He may make a fricative that becomes very plocious
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Because I hated leather chaps
When I was just a lad
Me ‘master’ gave me dick a tweak
And told me I was bad
But then one day I learned a word
That saved me aching dick
The biggest word I ever heard
And it might help your prick!
I just scanned the Wiki article on this subject, and…oy! What’s that line from “Yentl”? Oh, yeah: The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.