The Last Bass Outpost

Perhaps, allerliebster Mark, you should consider a stage name change to "Miss Fanny Fünquette"?

I can't get worked up about any of this. Whatever works better.

When I started, I used to switch hands stroke for stroke and only stroked away from my body (a laborious habit I kicked eventually), I mean I had no manual or anything, this was strictly learning by doing! Mom was supportive in the aftermath though, out of nowhere a tissue box appeared on my nightstand. We never talked about it. 

And then that orange thing ... A friend's dad had a paperback with PLAYBOY (or was it PENTHOUSE?) Letters to the Editor, one of them raved how much the writer enjoyed impregnating oranges. Oranges is something you generally have at home, so I gave it a try following instructions painstakingly. Well, what can I say, it's messy and it burns, overrated really. I ate the remnants of the experiment - let nothing go to waste!

Remaining stuck in your anal stage
is a terrible thing they say.




PS: Not sure whether I really want to "follow" Gerber's baby carrot food on its "journey", I have a pretty good idea how it will end.

I recently read that the Hellcat was a conservative design produced to perfection and the Corsair a cutting edge one sloppily executed. Quality issues abounded while the Hellcat was extremely reliable and well-made plus easy to service and repair.

You have enough Thunderbirds, Mark.