Felching is not gross. It is very intimate. I am not advocating unsafe sex. If you do this type of thing you take your life and partners life into your hand. It is different if you are in a committed monogomous relationship and have both been tested.
Now squirking sounds like an urban legend. If you trepan anyone I would think you would go to jail especially after the rest of the act is finished.
HUGS!
Sqrl
:eek: Now I’m really sorry I asked!
That is definately something I could have went the rest of my life without knowing. (even if it is made up)
Sorry Sunshine, I promise I won’t ever do it again. I guess some things are better left unsaid.
See! I told you.
:nods sageley:
Very good, Grasshopper.
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From now on Sunshine I will listen to you oh mighty wise one!
Handy
I understand felching and squicking sounds hilarious, but I have to ask: what’s up with urinal cakes? they disappear from my office building’s restrooms rather frequently as well.
Shanin: what did I say about Wisdom? Listen to those older & wiser.
Sign in urinal: “Please do not eat the giant mints”
Although no one beleives me in this vulgar age, but the running gag on All in the Family was for Archie (who rarely attended church services) to refer to his minister as, “Reverend Fletcher” and then everyone else in the room would correct him in unison with, “Felcher!”, to which Archie would reply “whatever”. I’m sure at the time (early 70’s) it was not intended as a double entendre.
There’s a band called Zeke that has an album called Dirty Sanchez. Actually, it’s so bad I’d almost, ALMOST, rather get the dirty sanchez.
There’s also something called a Bloody Sanchez. I don’t think I have to explain.
What? WHAT?
Zeke is one of the rawest, most powerful punk rock bands to emerge in a long time. I’m sure what you really meant to say was: “I meant to listen to Blink 182, but I put in a real punk CD by accident and I wasn’t ready for it.” Zeke has quickly gained wide popularity among fans of hardcore punk and both their albums have been popular with music critics as well. You deserve a Dirty Sanchez just for being such a tasteless wuss.
Gag! Hurl! Barf!
sorry bout that… yick…
ok, i’m done now…
Note to self: Self…
NEVER NEVER NEVER ask what a possibly bad word is around here… 
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Take it from me, I sure as hell learned my lesson the hard way!
I learned it the hard way too. I read every post and every link in this thread. I don’t think i’ll be able to eat for a week after finding out what those two words mean. YICK
None of this was particularly revolting to me…if you knew my friends, you’d understand why it’s not.
I know exactly what you mean. I’ve got friends of my own.
I think the proper thing to do at this point would be to show the readers of this post how to clear the cookies out of their system. I am doing it now after going through all those links. And taking a shower or two.
Somebody (a female friend) once asked me what felching was (after I knew the definition) and I just could not do it. I dropped subtle hints so that she would have to figure it out. It is easily the most disturbing piece of knowledge there is.
::sigh:: We warned you at the start of the thread that you REALLY didn’t want to know what felching was. But NOOOOOOOOO you had to look didn’t you.
Keith
I just have to say that I find it kind of interesting that there have been almost 1,000 views of a thread simply titled “Felching?”
Says a lot about the Teeming Millions, doesn’t it?
A female friend of mine (this was at school) told me at a party that she was responsible for my mate being nicknamed “BJ”, and that it meant blowjob. She then asked me in genuine innocence, “What does blowjob mean?”
Years later at university, I was sitting in one of the common rooms with a large group of people. One of the group was a guy named Peter who had been in a car accident a few years back, the result of which had been minor brain damage. As a result Peter was almost an autistic savant. He was incredibly brilliant at maths, but wasn’t very good at relationships or how to behave properly in company (nothing too extreme). Anyway, the conversation turned to the subject of masturbation. This was a serious conversation (honest!) as the psychologists among us had been lectured on the subject that day, and why men and women felt the need to masturbate. Suddenly Peter enquired in a voice loud enough to be heard round the whole room (and beyond the group having the discussion) “How do women masturbate?”
All conversation stopped, heads turned, people stared open mouthed in horror. We were careful what we discussed in front of him from then on.