In honor of the TMI thread in MPSIMS. Have at it.
BTW, your welcome Slythe. 
To the PIT with thee!
Concrete sticks his own head up his ass on a fairly regular basis. Does that count? I’m just helping him out because he wouldn’t see this. He only posts to threads that he started himself.
sometimes when I’m kissing Coldfire’s ass it goes a little…how do you say…too far?
Oh, and Whammo, taking things past the point of funny, as usual.
I’ve already discussed the results of my youth-induced curiosity. Anyone who is still curious is free to E-mail me, but I think one mentioning of it is enough for this board. By the way… it’s hardly an interesting tale.
A pomegranite
Cheese, lots of cheese
$13 in dimes
The Lindberg Baby
The Oxford English Dictionary
Lake Nasser
The USS Missouri
Seven dry cleaning bags
A McDLT
Plankton
A duck
World Peace
My ass itself
DOS 5.0
Shellfish
My elbow
Dr. Jekyll, but not Mr. Hyde
A Jackson Pollack painting, the name of which escapes me
The intersection of Broadway and Pine St.
Goethe reincarnated
The Han Dynasty
The lumeniferous ether
The 1903 Nobel Prize for Physics
A pint of water from the River Styx (or was it the Lethe?)
263 killer bees
May 14th, A.D. 1242, from 3:15 PM to 4:45 PM
25% of my reccommended daily value of riboflavin
Is this the famous intersection in Long Beach, California?
If so, did King Louie’s fit in there, too? I hope they cleaned it well after it was taken out of your rectum. I love that place.
One question, waterj2: Were those items all up there together or did you insert them each individually.
I know that I have trouble inserting more than, say, football, four grapefruits, a Korean War-era Jeep, three window screens, the collected works of Shakespeare, and a small family of armadillos in my ass at the same time. Perhaps you have more experience and training at this than I do.
My finger… but it wasn’t on a whim it was accidently. I was using a glossy page out of a magazine for toliet paper.
JavaMaven, no, New York City, about a block or so uptown of Wall Street.
Billdo, they were all done separately. At no time were more than 3 different items on the list there at the same time. However, I must admit that they weren’t all on a whim.
I had a French bullet train drive right up my ass once. I stood there on purpose. Does that count?
“We finished with the anal cavity search.”
“What did you find?”
“You mean besides the Harley?”
A Harley?
You sick fuck!
Well, what better anus to keep a Harley safe in than mine?
On a whim… Hmmm…
Nope, can’t help you there. For every single item I have ever stuck up my ass, I had a damned good reason. Yep. No frivolous anus-stuffing here.
Although, I once ran into this Jimmy Hoffa guy…
On a whim… Hmmm…
Nope, can’t help you there. For every single item I have ever stuck up my ass, I had a damned good reason. Yep. No frivolous anus-stuffing here.
Although, I once ran into this Jimmy Hoffa guy…
The question, of course, is not what I’ve stuffed up there on a whim, but whom.
So, how did you keep the hot side hot, and the cool side cool? I must know.
What was that Eddie Murphy parody song from one of his early comedy albums? “Boogie In Your Butt,” or something like that. The burden of the lyrics was a long list of bizzare things that Eddie was willing to stick up his butt for $100.