Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Camel Toe Palate Cleanser

Hey, El Pollo Real asked for a palate cleanser so in honor of the US Open I bring you the Camel Toe open. So to speak.
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chickelit said...

Why don't they just get it over with and play nude? That where it's going it seems.

September 8, 2010 at 5:51 PM
Ritmo Re-Animated said...

Trooper, the pudenda has more definition than the slit.

That might be confusing, you know.

(I just love that word. How often do you get to use the word "pudenda" in a sentence?)

Making the pudenda more prominent than the slit creates a disturbing visual illusion. It's almost the reverse of when a guy pulls his meat and veggies back "Silence of the Lambs" style.

September 8, 2010 at 6:43 PM
Ritmo Re-Animated said...

BTW, I was so looking for a better term than "meat and veggies" but it never came to mind. It had something to do with food but was much better. What was that damn term, now!?

You know, I'm going to be pulling my hair out asking myself this question all night.

September 8, 2010 at 6:45 PM
Ritmo Re-Animated said...

Here's more Bert and Ernie doing fun stuff - this time rapping.

And this time safer for work. At least, as far as my ability to make out the lyrics goes.

September 8, 2010 at 6:49 PM
chickelit said...

meat and veggies

Rod Stewart has called it "block and tackle" IIRC. I think he was riffing in Cockney rhyming slang.

September 8, 2010 at 6:49 PM
Ritmo Re-Animated said...

Speaking of tackle, that reminds me of a window I just closed covering Jersey Shore girl JWow's navel piercing. A commenter referred to it as a "trout lure", which I found kind of funny.

Anyway, I don't mean to pollute the bunker here with too many Jersey Shore references, although I never found offense in it. My co-worker can't stand 'em, but she's part Italian.

I used to think Trooper was Italian with all the food references, but he's since told me he's Irish.

Oh well, you can't be too much of a nearly native gourmand when it comes to Mediterranean fare.

I really wish I wasn't nursing a cold tonight.

September 8, 2010 at 7:02 PM
Trooper York said...

Well I am half Irish and half Italian.

I am Irish when I am morose which always happens this time of year.

Normally I am a happy guinea.

The Italian in me leaks out like the oil in a bag of zeppole's.

September 8, 2010 at 7:56 PM
Trooper York said...

I hope you feel better. Take a lot of fluids and a hot brazilian chick to bed.

It might not cure your cold but I know you will feel better.

September 8, 2010 at 7:56 PM
Ritmo Re-Animated said...

Hey LOL and thanks, TY.

Although lately I found an incredibly devoted and very hard-working Mexican lady that I've become fond of. Hard-working, pull oneself up by one's bootstraps biographies are a very sexy thing - they show integrity, devotion and respect for the kind of bs that men have to put up with each day.

The risque shots she sends to my phone every week or so don't hurt either.

What's that saying about how women love Halloween because of the excuse it gives them every year to dress like... er... well...

Anyway there was a statuesque chick and a hell of a good cook that wanted me to go to visit the old country (Ireland) with her lately. But the Mexican was just that much more persistent and seems to know me better.

I'm a sucker the hard workers. ;-)

September 8, 2010 at 10:48 PM

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