Not to be a bummer, but I wonder if the seller is even aware that his “art” can cause death? And a death it would be – Death By Enema. How would you like to be found, overfilled with a tube up your ass?
I’m not sure if the prudent face blurring raises or lowers the seller in my estimation. On the one hand, yes, be ashamed; on the other hand, seriously, just own it.
.
Finn: “Looks like the perp pumped up the volume on this one.”
Munch: “It’s ridiculous, the human body can only process 4 bottles worth. What is this world coming to?”
Nothing says romance like turning your anus into a fecal fountain. You can surround your butthole with roses and candles to create a colon-candlescape.
I’m not sure when would be he proper time to bring something like this up on a date. On the one hand, you can’t just be all ‘Nice to meet you, I’ve never been to this Starbuck’s LOOK AT MY MANY ENEMA BAGS THEY’RE A UNITED FAMILY FOR CONVENIENCE!’ On the other hand, if someone has an elaborate enema system stretching from one end of the shower curtain to another, that’s the kind of thing you should know before you enter their house. If you’re not prepared for it, your brain is going to assume you’ve fallen into the clutches of a serial killer and it will force you to react accordingly.
Maybe if that’s your thing you can go to forums where people discuss the etiquette of casually preparing new friends for their new experiences? I’m sure there’s not a one-size-fits-all-situations script.
For some, their life choices are full of crap. They may need the 5 bag Super Clean spectacular. Kind of like the car wash. Do you go for the basic or get all the bells and whistles? Years of backed up Cheetos and Crunch Berries festering in their bodies.
I just want to know what kind of “scene” a 5 bag enema makes.
lovinglymadewithspite
October 29, 2012 at 10:12 am
I hope the people at Etsy are proud.
I can imagine the hipsters gathering around their yarn-bombed computer screens wondering if this shop acts as a good representation of the true Etsy vision.
Yep, folks, this is what it has come to.
Pack your satchels and start hoofing it to the next college job fair.
If we can put a man on the moon, why can’t we create a cascading enema-bag device so the kink-flow can continue uninterrupted?
Looks like some clever soul has figured out a solution to that suspiciously specific problem. I’d have thought the human ass has a finite capacity for retaining externally-introduced liquids.
I truy admire your way with words, Wednesday! I’d have said that “I thought an ass can only hold so much shit” – but you put it so much better! Hats off to you!
How very craftsy! The lovely subtle gradations of pink in the repurposed upcycled enema bags photographed with that vintage-y yellow patina. All it needs is a great big plank of barn wood … and a front page feature in a nice pink treasury (anyone want to treasure this?)
Why not include a great big plank of barn wood?
Because you want to make that a separate listing for a paddle, so the kinky fun never has to end! I mean, c’mon, who wants to interrupt their scene to go out to the fence and pry off a board? Have that splintery paddle delivered *right to your door*.
Hell, the seller ought to start offering potatos, lightbulbs and transformers toys too.
Let’s keep the kink going!
As a trained professional, I can’t really recommend anything that looks like it was discarded from the Star Trek prop department for anal insertion. And yes, that includes William Shatner’s prosthetic penis.
Ahh,NOW your mind is wandering. My work here is done.
You wouldn’t catch me running around the galaxy sticking my natural penis into every manner of alien nookie. You never know when you’ll come across teeth or thorns or scales or acidic secretions or whatever!
The lab I worked at had a guest from Europe for a few months. One day he comes into my office scratching his hands and complaining that ‘it gets worse every day.’ It was pretty clear to me that he had a latex allergy – something he’d never heard of. I explained what that was and told him to stop working for a day or two while I went and got some non-latex gloves for him. He scratches thoughtfully for a few seconds and then says, ‘Hmm, I guess that explains sex.’ I think I may have changed that young man’s life, unless you can’t get non-latex condoms in central Europe, in which case it’s sheep’s intestines dipped in sour milk for him!
Not that I should admit knowing this, but there’s an attachment for the tub that costs about $50 and doesn’t run out until you’ve depleted the city reservoir. Anyone doing this for “health” knows their options, and I don’t know what kind of “play” this is for if it’s not kinky. If you’re going to make and sell kinky shit on Etsy, own it.
Attaching directly to the faucet means you’ll be getting higher, potentially fatal, water pressure in the colon. Water flowing in with gravity is less likely to cause damage. While not a great system, at least the Ronco-Turd-O-Matic is at least theoretically safe once you get past the probe.
You can also get ones that are basically like an open bucket with a hose and nozzle attached to the bottom, which lets you control the pressure and speed independently of the mains.
Dear god, I really wish I didn’t know half this stuff.
The day I purchase a hand-made cascading waterfall 5-bag enema system is the day I check myself into the institution for a serious and thorough mental evaluation.
I realize this is an enema, but do you think I could fill those water bottles with Hillbilly Bajingo Wash? You know, to kinda… remove all the build up?
That’s a speedy way to die. Alcohol up the ass absorbs extremely quickly. Your county coroner will love to explain the cause of death to all your tearful relatives.
The listing says the nozzle is polished to a mirror finish. What, of any of that business down there, would anyone want to have reflected back in his direction for viewing? Maybe it’s for that pre-enema session pep talk you’re going to have to give yourself before running five bags of water through your colon. Look yourself in the eye and say, “This is going to be awesome! I can do this!”
…Although, it’s details like finely polished metal that separate artisan-made anus pressure washers from the mass-produced models you’ll find at Wal-Mart or Costco. Buy handmade!!!
Plus, I’m just imagining the in-laws stopping by, and the owner of the Cascading Enema System has forgotten to close the shower curtain. How on earth do you explain this contraption in your bathroom?
the slaves were tied up all snug in their beds
while visions of butt-plugs danced in their heads
and mamma in her hood, and I in my cap
had just settled down for a long winter’s fap
when down in the dungeon there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed (after untying mamma and loosening the ball-gag) to see what was the matter
away to the basement I flew like a flash
tore open the door and grabbed up a lash
Now Whipper, now Snapper, now Clamper and Cranker!
On Gagger, on Reamer, on Pincher and Spanker
From the tips of the nipples to the cheeks of that ass.
Now lash away lash away knock off that sass!
with a well hung driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Dick
more rapid than eagles his coursers they came
and he moaned, and shouted, and called them by name
‘Twas Folsom Street Fair and all throughout SoMa
Things were happening, in defiance of DOMA
And their enema bags were hung
by the chimney with care
In the hopes that bad would be purged
From each derriere.
When I was a kid, my friend Steve was going through his father’s room looking for money. He came across this magazine called Water Works. On the front page was a nurse holding an enema nozzle with the words, “It’s enema time!” Inside were photo arrays of people giving and getting enemas.
So I was well prepared for the fucked up world of fetishes when the internet came around. Nothing surprises me.
If someone buys an enema kit slapped together from random junk that they found on an auction site utilised entirely by people who bake cupcakes dedicated to STDs and have absolutely no conception of what “steampunk” is (sorry, got a bit ranty there), I think it’s a safe bet that they’re not particularly concerned with proper medical procedures.
It is way too much like a reverse milking machine for Holsteins, and Not my preferred form of suicide but hey, whatever. The user(s)won’t be conscious to hear what the EMTs say after the landlord finds ‘em next month when the rent doesn’t get paid. Or the houseparent, if this is a Frat initiation toy. Or Aunt Betty, letting herself in with surprise brownies. Or …Mom … “Roger, have you borrowed my douche bag again – eeee!”
Does anyone else have a sneaking suspicion that those hot-water bottles and all the tubing and that probe are not sterilised after every use? I do hope that whoever buys this contraption has a very understanding doctor and a tolerance for antibiotics.
Ok ok. forget the stupidity of the cascading douche of horrors. What the hell is up with the cheap ass $200.00 canes? You can get any of those without the nifty steel handle at TAP plastics for 50 cents. Sheesh!
They’re hoping that people who pay more than $4.50 for a (deluxe industrial size rice serving) paddle are stupid enough to pay $200 for canes, that’s what. Cheaper and classier at the tack shop / pet store too.
October 29, 2012 at 10:01 am
Ok. That’s it. I quit. The internet has defeated me.
October 29, 2012 at 10:05 am
NEVERY! The internet will have to kill me and pry my keyboard rom my cold, dead, anus.
October 29, 2012 at 10:06 am
NEVER*
October 29, 2012 at 10:09 am
NEVERYERIST!
October 29, 2012 at 2:57 pm
Not to be a bummer, but I wonder if the seller is even aware that his “art” can cause death? And a death it would be – Death By Enema. How would you like to be found, overfilled with a tube up your ass?
Not pretty, but pretty James Elroy.
October 29, 2012 at 6:48 pm
But Ellroy would only do this to a really, really bad guy. And we would all read it with glee.
October 29, 2012 at 10:19 am
I like NEVERY better!
October 29, 2012 at 11:54 am
NEVS!
October 29, 2012 at 12:10 pm
I suppose there’s an unfortunate poetry to it.
“Nevery Regretsy!” Sounds like a rallying cry for the too-quick-to-hit-the-post-button.
October 29, 2012 at 3:22 pm
premature posting… it happens to the best of us, talk to your doctor today about what you can do to combat PP and get your life back on tracky.
October 29, 2012 at 10:08 am
Incidentally, this is the second post in a row that overlaps nicely(?) with my SVU watching. I hope the streak builds.
October 29, 2012 at 10:15 am
The streak will build for sure for those who use this.
October 29, 2012 at 12:14 pm
I’m not sure if the prudent face blurring raises or lowers the seller in my estimation. On the one hand, yes, be ashamed; on the other hand, seriously, just own it.
October 30, 2012 at 2:47 pm
.
Finn: “Looks like the perp pumped up the volume on this one.”
Munch: “It’s ridiculous, the human body can only process 4 bottles worth. What is this world coming to?”
October 29, 2012 at 1:03 pm
I read that as “defecated on” at first. Either way, I wouldn’t blame you for giving up.
October 29, 2012 at 10:05 am
I only want it if it is used.
October 29, 2012 at 10:13 am
I dry heaved.
A lot.
October 29, 2012 at 11:00 am
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October 29, 2012 at 10:07 am
Awesome, now I know what to do with all my old hot water bottles that have been going to waste in the attic!
October 29, 2012 at 10:57 am
And that, boys and girls, is how an Etsy store is born.
The End.
Or is it????
October 29, 2012 at 2:47 pm
All you really need is a glue gun and a dumpster.
October 29, 2012 at 3:40 pm
and glitter… lots and lots of sparkly glitter.
October 29, 2012 at 10:08 am
Nothing says romance like turning your anus into a fecal fountain. You can surround your butthole with roses and candles to create a colon-candlescape.
October 29, 2012 at 10:09 am
I hate it when the fun has to stop because the enema bag has to be re-filled mid session. Really kills the mood.
October 29, 2012 at 4:20 pm
I’m not sure when would be he proper time to bring something like this up on a date. On the one hand, you can’t just be all ‘Nice to meet you, I’ve never been to this Starbuck’s LOOK AT MY MANY ENEMA BAGS THEY’RE A UNITED FAMILY FOR CONVENIENCE!’ On the other hand, if someone has an elaborate enema system stretching from one end of the shower curtain to another, that’s the kind of thing you should know before you enter their house. If you’re not prepared for it, your brain is going to assume you’ve fallen into the clutches of a serial killer and it will force you to react accordingly.
Maybe if that’s your thing you can go to forums where people discuss the etiquette of casually preparing new friends for their new experiences? I’m sure there’s not a one-size-fits-all-situations script.
October 29, 2012 at 6:30 pm
If that’s their thing, they should be on Fetlife, not Christian Mingle.
October 29, 2012 at 6:57 pm
I’m pretty sure that the serial killer assumption is probably correct in that case.
October 29, 2012 at 10:09 am
. . .and that’s the sound of me ceasing to question my life choices. Because if this isn’t one of them, that means I’m doing it right.
October 29, 2012 at 12:29 pm
For some, their life choices are full of crap. They may need the 5 bag Super Clean spectacular. Kind of like the car wash. Do you go for the basic or get all the bells and whistles? Years of backed up Cheetos and Crunch Berries festering in their bodies.
I just want to know what kind of “scene” a 5 bag enema makes.
October 29, 2012 at 10:12 am
I hope the people at Etsy are proud.
I can imagine the hipsters gathering around their yarn-bombed computer screens wondering if this shop acts as a good representation of the true Etsy vision.
Yep, folks, this is what it has come to.
Pack your satchels and start hoofing it to the next college job fair.
October 29, 2012 at 10:13 am
but…those look just like my hot water bottles…
October 29, 2012 at 10:16 am
If we can put a man on the moon, why can’t we create a cascading enema-bag device so the kink-flow can continue uninterrupted?
Looks like some clever soul has figured out a solution to that suspiciously specific problem. I’d have thought the human ass has a finite capacity for retaining externally-introduced liquids.
October 29, 2012 at 4:05 pm
I’m pretty sure you’re right… and it’s less than five enema bags.
Sweet jeezus… what happens when you’ve topped off the tank? Or do I not want to know?
October 29, 2012 at 4:14 pm
I truy admire your way with words, Wednesday! I’d have said that “I thought an ass can only hold so much shit” – but you put it so much better! Hats off to you!
October 29, 2012 at 4:15 pm
truly* – plz always keep in mind I am not a native speaker
October 29, 2012 at 10:16 am
Enema bags on Etsy are the Moms on Facebook.
October 29, 2012 at 10:16 am
How very craftsy! The lovely subtle gradations of pink in the repurposed upcycled enema bags photographed with that vintage-y yellow patina. All it needs is a great big plank of barn wood … and a front page feature in a nice pink treasury (anyone want to treasure this?)
October 29, 2012 at 10:19 am
Ah wait – just saw the Welsh Witch Threshold wand of change right below. Why include barn wood? Wands are better.
October 29, 2012 at 12:25 pm
Denim skirts might be better, but then perhaps they might stain. Unless … we use that wand as a buttplug. So many new perspectives.
October 29, 2012 at 2:38 pm
Why not include a great big plank of barn wood?
Because you want to make that a separate listing for a paddle, so the kinky fun never has to end! I mean, c’mon, who wants to interrupt their scene to go out to the fence and pry off a board? Have that splintery paddle delivered *right to your door*.
Hell, the seller ought to start offering potatos, lightbulbs and transformers toys too.
Let’s keep the kink going!
October 29, 2012 at 3:34 pm
They have at least a paddle…
http://www.etsy.com/listing/108541638/bamboo-paddle-kinky-bdsm-toys-scening?ref=v1_other_1
October 29, 2012 at 6:32 pm
But it’s not barnwood! I want baaarnwoooood.
October 29, 2012 at 10:17 am
This is sort of like a Jiffy Lube for your ass.
As a trained professional, I can’t really recommend anything that looks like it was discarded from the Star Trek prop department for anal insertion. And yes, that includes William Shatner’s prosthetic penis.
Ahh,NOW your mind is wandering. My work here is done.
October 29, 2012 at 10:44 am
You wouldn’t catch me running around the galaxy sticking my natural penis into every manner of alien nookie. You never know when you’ll come across teeth or thorns or scales or acidic secretions or whatever!
October 29, 2012 at 7:34 pm
I have to ask. Trained professional at automobile lubrication and oil changes (ala jiffy Lube) or are we takin’ something else entirely?
December 13, 2012 at 8:02 pm
You’re a nurse, aren’t you? Please be a nurse.
October 29, 2012 at 10:17 am
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October 29, 2012 at 11:06 am
Is that a LATEX glove????
October 29, 2012 at 11:09 am
Those are the worst kind! I am horrified and disgusted that she would wear a latex glove.
October 29, 2012 at 4:27 pm
The lab I worked at had a guest from Europe for a few months. One day he comes into my office scratching his hands and complaining that ‘it gets worse every day.’ It was pretty clear to me that he had a latex allergy – something he’d never heard of. I explained what that was and told him to stop working for a day or two while I went and got some non-latex gloves for him. He scratches thoughtfully for a few seconds and then says, ‘Hmm, I guess that explains sex.’ I think I may have changed that young man’s life, unless you can’t get non-latex condoms in central Europe, in which case it’s sheep’s intestines dipped in sour milk for him!
October 29, 2012 at 4:52 pm
“I know da zwelling is zupposed to happen but da eetching doesn’t zeem rrright.”
October 29, 2012 at 6:35 pm
A food service glove and a black Gothic slaughterhouse apron. There, aren’t you glad you asked?
October 29, 2012 at 10:17 am
I cringed as soon as I saw the words “cascading” and “enema” in the same sentence.
October 29, 2012 at 10:18 am
This is just shitty.
October 29, 2012 at 10:31 am
Time to flush.
October 29, 2012 at 10:19 am
Not shown: the backs of the bags say “Craig”, “Ben”, “Josh”, “Matt” and “Tagg”. Ya gotta admire the Mormon efficiency ethic.
October 29, 2012 at 11:56 am
Well, he is the big “trickle-down” candidate.
October 29, 2012 at 2:52 pm
I love you.
October 29, 2012 at 10:25 am
Not that I should admit knowing this, but there’s an attachment for the tub that costs about $50 and doesn’t run out until you’ve depleted the city reservoir. Anyone doing this for “health” knows their options, and I don’t know what kind of “play” this is for if it’s not kinky. If you’re going to make and sell kinky shit on Etsy, own it.
October 29, 2012 at 10:35 am
Attaching directly to the faucet means you’ll be getting higher, potentially fatal, water pressure in the colon. Water flowing in with gravity is less likely to cause damage. While not a great system, at least the Ronco-Turd-O-Matic is at least theoretically safe once you get past the probe.
October 29, 2012 at 11:00 am
You can also get ones that are basically like an open bucket with a hose and nozzle attached to the bottom, which lets you control the pressure and speed independently of the mains.
Dear god, I really wish I didn’t know half this stuff.
October 29, 2012 at 2:11 pm
“Theoritically safe, once you get past the probe.”
HELLO NEW BUSINESS SLOGAN.
October 29, 2012 at 4:54 pm
Is your business being an extraterrestrial visitor to rural locations?
October 29, 2012 at 5:09 pm
Nah. Just insurance.
October 29, 2012 at 5:54 pm
WORSE!
October 29, 2012 at 11:00 am
And put glitter on it.
October 29, 2012 at 3:21 pm
“doesn’t run out until you’ve depleted the city reservoir”
Thanks, I just about choked to death on an oatmeal cookie, but managed to spew it all over my keyboard and monitor to save myself.
I think I saw what you’re talking about at the Crypt in Seattle once.
October 29, 2012 at 10:29 am
The day I purchase a hand-made cascading waterfall 5-bag enema system is the day I check myself into the institution for a serious and thorough mental evaluation.
October 29, 2012 at 11:02 am
They should have their own enema system there too, so you’re good.
October 29, 2012 at 11:10 am
At the better asylums you can double up and have your electro-shock therapy and enema at the same time and really clear out both ends.
October 29, 2012 at 10:30 am
This is like the beer can helmet for your ass! I bet this was designed by a really drunk college student.
October 29, 2012 at 10:42 am
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/01/butt-chugging-university-of-tennessee_n_1930042.html
October 29, 2012 at 4:19 pm
All my thumbs for you!
October 29, 2012 at 10:39 am
I realize this is an enema, but do you think I could fill those water bottles with Hillbilly Bajingo Wash? You know, to kinda… remove all the build up?
October 29, 2012 at 10:51 am
Whatever floats your boat with the little man in it. Although this might drown the poor guy.
October 29, 2012 at 10:49 am
FINALLY! A more efficient way to buttchug!!!!
Now sweet sweet alcohol can flow in a constant stream into my lower intestines! Drunkenness without end!
PRAISE BACCHUS!
October 30, 2012 at 7:11 pm
That’s a speedy way to die. Alcohol up the ass absorbs extremely quickly. Your county coroner will love to explain the cause of death to all your tearful relatives.
October 29, 2012 at 10:54 am
The listing says the nozzle is polished to a mirror finish. What, of any of that business down there, would anyone want to have reflected back in his direction for viewing? Maybe it’s for that pre-enema session pep talk you’re going to have to give yourself before running five bags of water through your colon. Look yourself in the eye and say, “This is going to be awesome! I can do this!”
…Although, it’s details like finely polished metal that separate artisan-made anus pressure washers from the mass-produced models you’ll find at Wal-Mart or Costco. Buy handmade!!!
October 29, 2012 at 10:57 am
Plus, I’m just imagining the in-laws stopping by, and the owner of the Cascading Enema System has forgotten to close the shower curtain. How on earth do you explain this contraption in your bathroom?
October 29, 2012 at 11:10 am
Buy several these and you won’t have a problem
http://www.etsy.com/listing/112292508/the-monster-dudeshot-water-bottles
October 29, 2012 at 1:13 pm
Forget the bathroom. How do you explain this in the bedroom.
“Just toss your coat over the enema bar, Ma…”
October 29, 2012 at 11:11 am
10% friend, 500% enema!
October 29, 2012 at 11:16 am
I hope that tubing will be changed soon. It looks, um, unsanitary.
I typed “insanitary” first. I’m not sure I should’ve changed it.
October 29, 2012 at 11:18 am
Gives you that “Get Up and Go” feeling!
October 29, 2012 at 11:29 am
I think this klever kontraption might be in someone’s Kristmas stocking this year!
October 29, 2012 at 12:03 pm
And their enema bags were hung
by the chimney with care
In the hopes that bad would be purged
From each derriere.
October 29, 2012 at 3:12 pm
the slaves were tied up all snug in their beds
while visions of butt-plugs danced in their heads
and mamma in her hood, and I in my cap
had just settled down for a long winter’s fap
when down in the dungeon there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed (after untying mamma and loosening the ball-gag) to see what was the matter
away to the basement I flew like a flash
tore open the door and grabbed up a lash
October 29, 2012 at 4:22 pm
C’mon.. the best part is still to come, right?
Don’t leave us in the midst of
October 29, 2012 at 5:08 pm
Now Whipper, now Snapper, now Clamper and Cranker!
On Gagger, on Reamer, on Pincher and Spanker
From the tips of the nipples to the cheeks of that ass.
Now lash away lash away knock off that sass!
October 29, 2012 at 6:40 pm
with a well hung driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Dick
more rapid than eagles his coursers they came
and he moaned, and shouted, and called them by name
October 29, 2012 at 9:03 pm
‘Twas Folsom Street Fair and all throughout SoMa
Things were happening, in defiance of DOMA
And their enema bags were hung
by the chimney with care
In the hopes that bad would be purged
From each derriere.
October 29, 2012 at 12:30 pm
The enema bags are sorely lacking in the required etsylicious glitterization. Can someone do a sparkly gif to correct that?
October 29, 2012 at 1:58 pm
October 29, 2012 at 12:51 pm
Just a little trip down the nostalgia highway…
When I was a kid, my friend Steve was going through his father’s room looking for money. He came across this magazine called Water Works. On the front page was a nurse holding an enema nozzle with the words, “It’s enema time!” Inside were photo arrays of people giving and getting enemas.
So I was well prepared for the fucked up world of fetishes when the internet came around. Nothing surprises me.
October 29, 2012 at 1:14 pm
Perhaps it was an instructional manual, and your paraphilia was simply a misunderstood tingle in your nether regions?
October 29, 2012 at 2:05 pm
If “the scene” involves one person per enema bag, you’d better have more than 2 bathrooms or a secluded yard or at least no carpeting, anywhere.
October 29, 2012 at 6:59 pm
Just do it outside. It’s more “natural” that way.
October 29, 2012 at 2:35 pm
Maybe she should mention that if you hang the enema bags higher than waist level, you can kill the patient.
Just sayin’.
October 29, 2012 at 2:58 pm
If someone buys an enema kit slapped together from random junk that they found on an auction site utilised entirely by people who bake cupcakes dedicated to STDs and have absolutely no conception of what “steampunk” is (sorry, got a bit ranty there), I think it’s a safe bet that they’re not particularly concerned with proper medical procedures.
October 29, 2012 at 3:26 pm
I think the fact that your play would require enemas in the first place makes the scene interesting enough, no?
October 29, 2012 at 4:05 pm
If I brought that contraption into one of my residents’ rooms, I wouldn’t need to use it. They would immediately crap themselves.
October 29, 2012 at 7:01 pm
Hey, medical timesaver!
October 29, 2012 at 4:47 pm
It is way too much like a reverse milking machine for Holsteins, and Not my preferred form of suicide but hey, whatever. The user(s)won’t be conscious to hear what the EMTs say after the landlord finds ‘em next month when the rent doesn’t get paid. Or the houseparent, if this is a Frat initiation toy. Or Aunt Betty, letting herself in with surprise brownies. Or …Mom … “Roger, have you borrowed my douche bag again – eeee!”
October 29, 2012 at 5:12 pm
Cause of Death: Auto-Erotic Assdripsiation
October 29, 2012 at 5:39 pm
**Please turn on your inner game show announcer voice**
“Auto-Erotic Assdripsiation: A game the whole family can play!”
October 29, 2012 at 5:59 pm
Nothing beats “Weal of Fortune”, though.
October 29, 2012 at 6:43 pm
Sorry, we prefer Bajingo Bingo at our house.
October 29, 2012 at 9:07 pm
Can all the balls be in there at once or are there breaks for reloading? I CAN’T IMAGINE ANY OTHER WAY FOR THIS TO WORK!
October 30, 2012 at 3:04 pm
BB Breaks .. ? Of course there are breaks for reloading. 15 minutes except Senior Night when there’s 3/4 hr and a no-host viagra and yohimbe bar.
October 29, 2012 at 7:06 pm
Does anyone else have a sneaking suspicion that those hot-water bottles and all the tubing and that probe are not sterilised after every use? I do hope that whoever buys this contraption has a very understanding doctor and a tolerance for antibiotics.
October 29, 2012 at 8:24 pm
Ok ok. forget the stupidity of the cascading douche of horrors. What the hell is up with the cheap ass $200.00 canes? You can get any of those without the nifty steel handle at TAP plastics for 50 cents. Sheesh!
October 30, 2012 at 3:09 pm
They’re hoping that people who pay more than $4.50 for a (deluxe industrial size rice serving) paddle are stupid enough to pay $200 for canes, that’s what. Cheaper and classier at the tack shop / pet store too.