Ah. That explains it. 
Define “fun”.
I just found a clip of her saying it. The clip is from YouTube, so I have no idea if it is ok to post. If it isn’t, will a mod please kill it for me?
The Free Video (where the sound doesn’t match her lips. . . just like one of her concerts!)
Ha. I was even going to point to “Papo Zau” as an exemplary example of Kevin Federline’s AMAZING lyrical skills. I think of that guy, and that song pops into my head.
Thank you, Honey and featherlou , I do what I can. You know…one day at a time…all that rot.
Popozao, my friend. Popozao. As you know, “In Portugese it means bring ya’ ass. Drop it on the floor and move it real fast. Cuz I wanna see some kitty and a little bit of titty. Wanna know where to go when I’m up in your city.”
Wow. I just did that from memory. I’m going to go read some philosophy or something for a while. Or do physics. Yes, physics shall save my brain.
Well. I think we learned a lesson.
I hadn’t committed the spelling of it to memory…buuuut sooooomeone has.
Please, go read SOMETHING. You’re the one that started this poodle balling nonsense, anyways. Go read or I shall skunk you a second time!
As long as we leave out a Mr. Sanchez, I’m fine with that.
Er… uh. Okay. Ahem. I’ll try:
I always heard poodle balling, when relating to sex, was a style of shaving one’s pubic hairs into a big poofy ball. Especially when a man does it, so that his penis looks as though it is emerging from this large, poodle-poufed cloud of hair. When a woman goes down on this puff of hair, it’s called “poodle balling”. I suppose this could work with lesbians, as well.
Anyway. Don’t ask me where I heard it. No, it’s not from personal experience, I just don’t remember. Or I don’t want to remember. Or something. Let me repress my memories in peace!
Hm. You intrigue me, fraulein. We can drop a Sanchez…but I MUST insist on a shocker, a pearl necklace, and an omlette.
Deal or no deal?
Hm. That’s just about as good as anything we’ve got now. I had thought about that before as well, and it…well…just didn’t seem nasty enough for me.
So, lesbians, when they’re bumping fuzz, they could be poodle-balling if their coochie is quaffed like this?
FWIW, in Good Golly Miss Molly, the lyrics “sure likes to ball” does in fact refer to sex, since the woman is a prostitute. “Rock and roll” as in “When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’” also originally meant to have sex.
*Good golly miss Molly, sure likes to ball,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’, can’t hear your mama call.
From the early early mornin’ to the early early night,
When I caught miss Molly rockin’ at the house of blue light,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’, can’t hear your mama call.
Mama, papa told me ‘Son, you better watch yourself’,
If they knew about miss Molly, have to watch my pa myself,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’, can’t hear your mama call.
Goin’ to the corner gonna buy a diamond ring,
When she hugged me and kissed me, made me ting-a-ling-a-ling,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’, can’t hear your mama call. *
(Mods-if it is forbidden to post song lyrics here, please delete-thanks.)
Anyone here see the film Bitter Moon?
There’s a scene where Peter Coyote is getting a hummer from a prostitute…
[SPOILER]…and while he’s shouting “OH MY GOD” and presumably blowing his load, he’s savagely gripping a toy poodle, which snarls and snarfs with commensurate poodle ferocity.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry like an injured baby after watching that little bit o’ kink.[/SPOILER]
Laugh.
Then cry form laughing so hard.
It’s not that I DON’T treasure your brain and its stability.
You brought it up. You live with the consequences.
It ain’t poodle-balling, but it should be a good replacement.
http://www.starterupsteve.com/video/lipton-reads-popozow.html
OK, since this thread has pretty much ran the gamut of “good answers” …
How about Rodeo Sex?
It is when you do sex doggie-style with your wife. Then, you lean over and whisper in her ear, “This is how your sister likes it!” Then, try to hang on for 7 seconds.
Serves me right for not being a fan of '50s music.
Ah yes…ye good olde rodeo sex.
I just want to hear one guy that’s done it. Just one. It’s like batting .400. I just wanna know someone’s climbed that mountain.
And let’s not forget Led Zeppelin’s “I got a woman wanna ball all day.”
Of course, when I first heard that as a kid, I thought he was singing “I got a woman wanna *bawl *all day,” and I wondered why she thought crying all the time would be fun. Maybe she was into being donkey-punched.
That’s a keeper, my boy. A girl that asks to be served up a fresh donkeyt punch by name.
There was an amazing band, fronted by the incomparable Gary Floyd, called Sister Double Happiness that did a version of Poodle Dog on their eponymous first album.
You can hear a 30 second sample of it here, although it wont give you the true depth of the lyrics.
I am unable to find a site with the lyrics posted, and rather than transcribe them myself, I will simply encourage everyone who is a fan of loud blues rock to buy a copy of the album.
(damn I miss this band)