Free… love?
There’s your answer, mrsface… If you set Dopers free on a thread, they’ll find a way to turn the subject to… er… genitalia.
[sub]Grownups Shakes head in mock disgust[/sub]
It’s like the Godwin law, but for dick!
blinks… shakes her head Men sighs
I know a girl who once dyed her hair purple… [sub]Yes… yes it was down there. She told me this I didn’t get a chance to look.[/sub]
Er, down between her toes?
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Remember the ‘a’ thread? never underestimate the power of a thread no matter how mundane…
I remeber that thread! A good times was had By all!
It’s O-S-C-A-R…
I know a young woman whose vagina is named “Livia”, and another whose boobs are named “Everest” and “K2”. So, if that counts, the answer is “Yes!”
BTW, my penis is rarely called by his proper name, but when he is, he is called “Lyle, The Kindly Viking”
LC
Four men go golfing. As one of the men went to pay for everything, the other three didn’t have anything to talk about, so they started talking about their sons. The first guy says, “My son is a successful stock broker. He have a friend a free stock porfolio.”
The second guy says, “My son owns a successful car dealership. He gave a friend a free Mustang.”
The third guy, not wanting to be outdone boasts,“My son is a successful house contractor. He gave a friend a free house.”
When the fourth guy returns, the other three tell him that they have been talking about their sons, and they asked him what his did.
The fourth guy replies, “Well, I’m not too proud of my son, I love him, but he didn’t become the doctor like I wanted. He dances at a gay bar. But, he meets nice people. His last three boyfriends gave him a free house, free car and a free stock portfolio.”
There once was a man from Natucket…How does the rest go, I always wondered?
Buy an obapinia today!
And buy a hebesphenomegacorona to keep it happy!
So-there’s a guy I saw-his head was shaved, and he had a plate of bacon and eggs tattooed on his scalp.
I’m sort of obsessed with that now…I can’t shake it.
(?)
Okay, so once upon a time there was a little boy who lived in the city. Since he lived in the city, he would always take the subway to school. So one day he’s sitting in the train like usual, when suddenly someone whispers into his ear “Purple Passion”. The kid turns around and looks behind him really quickly, but nobody’s there! So he’s sorta creeped out, but goes on to school.
When he gets to school, during recess, he asks his best friend , “What’s Purple Passion?” His best friend, his best friend in the world ever, says “What did you say?” The little boy repeats, “I said, what’s Purple Passion?” Then his best friend, his best friend in the world, hauls off and punches him in the face! All the other kids on the playground start beating him up, and throwing garbage and stuff at the little boy too.
So when he gets back to the classroom, his teacher is like “Oh my gosh, what happened to you?” The little boy replied, “I just wanted to know what Purple Passion is.” “What?”, the teacher replied disbelievingly. “I just asked about Purple Passion,” the boy repeated. “That’s it”, the teacher said. “Get your stuff, get your books, clean out your locker and go home. You’re expelled.”
So the little boy gets all of his stuff and goes home. His mom asks him, “Why are you home so early?”, but the boy replies, “I just don’t want to talk about it.” “Fine then, go to your room,” the boy’s mom retorts.
So after dinner, the little boy’s mother and father sit him down in the living room and ask him what he did to be expelled. “I just wanted to know about Purple Passion!”, the boy replied. “What?”, his mother said. “I just wanted to know about Purple Passion.” His parents were aghast for a moment, but the little boy’s father found his voice first. “Get out of our house. Get your stuff and leave. You’re no longer our son anymore.”
So the boy takes to living oin the street, pushing a little shopping cart and everything. One day he’s sitting on a park bench and an old woman comes up to him. “You’re a bit young to be wandering the streets,” she said. “What happened to you?” The boy said, “I just don’t want to talk about it. If I tell you, you’ll probably do something to me.” “I’m an old woman,” the old lady replied. “What can I do to you?” “Well, okay,” the boy said. “I wanted to know about Purple Passion.” “What?” the old lady said. “I just wanted to know about Purple Passion.”
The old lady looked around to make sure that no one was listening in. She leaned in and told the little boy. “If you go up to the corner and turn right, and then go a block to the stop sign and cross the street and turn right, then you’ll see written on a wall what Purple Passion is.”
So the little boy went up the street and turned right, and then went a block up to the stop sign. He stepped off the curb, and BAM! a car hits him.
So the moral of the story is, look both ways before you cross the street. 
My bologna has a second name…
My dad’s cousin’s sister insisted on being buried with a fork in her hand because, she said, “There are lots of good things to eat up in Heaven.”
I hope my next of kin get me stuffed and keep me in the den. I dunno why, I guess I just ALWAYS want to be part of the conversation 
After I die, that is, not right now…It’s a little too soon for me.
I live each day as if it was my last.
I wake up at 6 A.M., make funeral arrangements, sit on the porch, and wait.
My neighbor parks on his front lawn. He drives up the driveway, turns left, and parks on the lawn. When he leaves, he drives across the lawn, and out onto the street. I guess he thinks he has a circular driveway. When he mows the lawn, he mows over the dirt path that has formed as if there was a patch of grass there.