As for the OP…I guess you are saying that that all-sperm diet really is healthy??
And I get a kick out of songs with “make love” in the title…
“When We Make Love” = “When We Fuck”
“I Fell Like Makin’ Love” = “I Feel Like Fuckin’”
" I Just Wanna Make Love to You" = Ah you get the idea…seems like Makin’ Love is OK, but my versions say the same thing and don’t get played on the radio…
You say “Tomato”, I say “Fuck”
Just a few more technical terms…
Fucking.
Balling.
Humping.
Screwing.
Scrumping.
Porking.
Doin’ It.
The Horizontal mambo.
The Bedspring Boogie.
Gettin’ Yo Freak On.
Doin tha wild thang.
The hokey pokey.
Bumpin’ Uglies.
Hidin’ the Salami.
Love handshake.
Feedin’ the Clam.
Pokin’ the Donut.
Gettin’ it Wet.
Havin a sweat fest.
Bangin.
Boinkin.
Bonin.
Bustin’ a Nut.
Gettin’ Stank on ya hang low.
Gettin’ it on.
Gettin’ Off.
Gettin’ ya swerve on.
Gettin’ some poontang.
Gettin’ all up in it.
Gettin’ a lil somethin’ somethin’
Boppin’
Booty Call
Breedin’
Freakin’
Goin’ Central
Gettin’ the hook up.
Knockin’ Boots
Gettin some lovins’
have I missed any??
—What would scooby doo?
Bumpin’ Fuzz comes to mind.
And Tomato
Ridin’ the baloney pony.
Alfala guzzlin’ gutter sluts?
Umm…not so much.
Discussing Uganda
Ballistic stretching
Leave it to Shakespeare:
“Making the Beast with Two Backs”
“Tupping”
snugglebunnies
Parkin’ the beef bus in Tuna Town (courtesy of the Bloodhound Gang)
“Making love” only works if you have a Barry White voice. Or Marvin Gaye. I feel the urge to snicker every time I hear it, unless it’s in some classic soul.
Being a restaurant server that sounds too much like cross contamination.
You can say that again.
You laugh everytime your “old man” wants “to make love”? Now I understand why you nicknamed him Peanut and refer to him as “wee”, because after being laughed at that is probably all he can achieve! Or, is it maybe because he is named “Peanut” that you laugh everytime he wants to do the wild thing?! Lol!
(I can’t stop laughing about this. I keep imagining my friend’s wives nicknaming them “Peanut”. They’d never live it down!)
In jarbaby’s world, alfalfa sprouts are…
…as a fall of spurt.
Arbitration.
“Making love” I can handle. But can’t stand the word “lover.”
Geh!
Happy
Olentzero, I think I love you.
Happy Lendervedder, I only use the term “lover” ironically and with a mocking inflection… luuuv-ER. Typical usage: “Is he your LOOOOVER? Do you want to have 10,000 of his babies?”
Mr. Amanita and I romantically refer to the marital relation as “locking the cats out the bedroom.” If someone invited me to Make Love, they’d no doubt be turned off (or worse, turned on) by me peeing my pants laughing at them. It’s so hysterically soap-operatic.
We (younger brother and I) were made to watch some movie.
It showed a birth. It was three or four years before I realized babies didnt come out of the ASS.
/shudder
A poster named jarbabyj
Confessed some confusion today.
…She’s riddled with doubts.
…Which is sperm? Which is sprouts?
So, she cleans her toast in a bidet.
[applause]
very good december, very good
[/applause]
now off to hustler with you.
How odd, I despise the phrase “have sex” as much as you describe hating the term “make love”.
“Let’s have sex” makes me feel as if I’m nothing more than an orange, and what’s left of me afterwards, the peelings, just get tossed aside. It’s so…clinical, so impersonal.