Oh sure, I may be living in the perpetual dusk thus making it feel like Oregon. I may be living in a monsoon like some randomly chosen Asian country. I may not know what a decent night's sleep feels like because my apartment, mind, and body are all sabotaging me and there may be some sort of funky smell coming from my bathroom that is totally not bathroom related, but inner dork will live on!
So, did you know...
In the 18th century it was common to refer to a penis as a "whore pipe."
(And I am sure a few men of this blog will know start to bring that phrase back.)
In early-sixteenth-century Europe, harlots and courtesans were referred to as "nuns," and a brothel was a "nunnery." The expression "Get thee to a nunnery" was actually an encouragement to go to a brothel.
(I need to go to a nunnery.)
(So, then when did nuns become christians and harlots become whores?)
During the 1800's there were approximately six thousand brothels and eighty to a hundred thousand prostitutes working in metropolitan London.
(And that's why it is refered to as, "Merry 'ol England.")
During the first Crusade, English knights spent their entire campaign fund on prostitutes.
(And that's why there had to be a second, and third Crusade.)
..that's all I's got for today. I have to run off to class. Well, fist I have to get dressed, and then run off to class.
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Must...resist...urge...to call it...a...whore-pipe.
Ah, who am I kidding? We all know I'll be doing it by the end of the day. I'm so predicatably filthy. Which is why I come here.
screw it, go to class naked...........you know you want to.
Here are some facts about the1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
"In the 18th century it was common to refer to a penis as a 'whore pipe.'"
Thus the term "smoking pole" for a blowjob?
I agree with HST - eh, just go naked. Pretty sure that will help thy need to get to a nunnery.
Limpy: No, you're a whore-pipe.
Hee-hee.
..and that's why you fit in so nicely into the PG World.
..not because of your whore-pipe, well, I'm sure it's nice, but I' referring to your filth.
HST: The monsoon type weather has brought on monsoon type humidity, so you're right. I do really want to be naked outside of the sabatoging apartment.
Jack: not to be a bubble buster, but yes, I did know.
Nick: (opens mouth. Closes mouth. Becomes speechless and says, sure.)
ptg: Ooooooohhhhhhh, me likey your thinking.
I guess that's why they call it the world's oldest profession :)
Hmmm… seems my whore pipe needs a bit of tuning.
Did you know… in the late Middle Ages the Church’s prohibition against visiting prostitutes (“whore” is the earliest English word) was not related to sex specifically but, because unwanted infants were often abandoned on the doorsteps of whore houses, the Church was concerned that a man might unwittingly commit incest with his own (previously abandoned) child.
I made party girl speechless?! Bonus!
How does one become speechless and say sure?
Apple: Yep!
Nick: No, I didn't know that one. Interesting and slightly twisted. Nice.
Nick: ~high-five~
Limpy: Oh I don"t know< because it"s me>
>>>and apparently my computer is revolting against me> ignore the odd punctuation>
>>>>FOR THE RECORD< THE ANON IS ME< PG>>>DAMN COMPUTER>
I wish I lived then. I could use a better paying job.
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