Florida closes the door on Jim Morrison’s penis.

“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to watch Glee” *

TSA bumper stickers.

Columnist apologizes to governor hopeful.

Put ’em on Discovery Channel.

They still allow trampolines in Britain?
(Indeed – it does sound a lot like a Pride parade float.)

And you thought you had a rough week.

They only bite in self defence. Make of that what you will.

The MTV camera crews were in the process of filming what was described as “grown men wearing fur” who were dancing around the sculpture as it shot the “white fluid” into the air.

Beware of friends offering sperm

An issue Carolyn Bennett can really chip her teeth into.

Researchers create working penises for rabbits from cells

Related: As winter approaches, new hope for a nervous Sweden.
(Next on the research horizon: wings for flies)
Triggered memories in the comments:

I’m having a PTSD moment.
When I was in high school, my sister had a pet bunny called Hershey. He would ambush me every morning as I stumbled, half-asleep, blurry-visioned and vulnerable, down the hall to the bathroom to have a pee, and, despite my increasingly frantic and determined evasive maneuvers, he far too often succeeded in locking his little paws around my ankle and lightning-humping one or the other of my bare and defenseless feet, leaving me to start the day feeling violated, defiled, and mildly disturbed, with warm bunny sploo between my toes.
Why didn’t you just wear slippers, you might ask. Well, I tried wearing slippers, but found that the shameful effluent was easier to fully rinse from a naked foot than to remove from a fabric or sheepskin slipper. Further, the bunny gunk had a distinctive and lingering odour which I found strident and unpleasant – might merely have been associative, but the aversive quality of the smell was, for me, very real – and I always felt that a phantom whiff of it hovered around even the most scrupulously cleaned slipper, and so many otherwise perfectly good slippers were discarded for a perceived rabbit-jack miasma during that trying time.
To this day, whenever I smell rabbit semen, I am transported back to that dimly-lit hallway and the confusing and stressful period during which I was treated as a masturbation aid by that predatory, conscienceless, nasty little lagomorph.

HealthyPenis.org.
Don’t complain you weren’t warned.

The world needs no more Canadian attitude:

…
Hey look: Holbrooke’s getting a new temp

I want one.

Man who stole for penis, breast enlargements sentenced to prison.

It all depends on…

What the meaning of “oral” is

Mark
Ottawa

On Xplicit XXX

But we don’t give them two battalions of French troops and a road map to Russia.

“Mr. Quest didn’t realize that the park had a curfew”.

Never mind the zero gravity…

He cites a confidential Nasa report on a space shuttle mission in 1996. A project codenamed STS-XX was to explore sexual positions possible in a weightless atmosphere.
Twenty positions were tested by computer simulation to obtain the best 10, he says. “Two guinea pigs then tested them in real zero-gravity conditions…”

Who allowed guinea pigs to get their paws on the Kama Sutra?
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