SCROTUM

Isn't 'SCROTUM' just about the worst word you ever heard??  (It might ALSO be the worst thing I have ever seen. But then...I have never been to Detroit.)

Wet Dreams

When I was a youth- the pile of nudie books under my bed was so enormous- I used to have to wipe the condensation off the ceiling first thing in the morning.

(I still consider myself a 'youth'...)

LOVE GOD

(whether you regard this as a spiritual recommendation, or an Adjective view of yours truly will in both cases be a matter for your own discretion...)

Banbury Cross Breeding.

"Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross" must have been my earliest introduction to genetic experimentation with inter species cross breeding.

Sunday Roast...

On Sunday, in honour of the lord God our father, we basted the roast chicken in Holy Water so we could have a sanctimonious cock supper.

"Intercourse".

"Intercourse".  Sounds more like trying to adjoin two golf courses than have sex.

"HAIR OF THE BLOG"

It's funny; all my formative years, being told that eating this, or doing that would put 'hairs on my chest'.  And FOR WHAT?? 

As I reflect on my life...I have come to realise I am NOT Burt Reynolds, Tom Selleck, or the hairy chap from the Village People; so I'm not so sure just how practical or useful, rich or rewarding hairs on my chest have turned out to be.

I either haven't enough- or have too much- for my chest to be sexy; so my scanty bush hardly fuels the fires of passion.
  
And one other thing; I came from a family of three boys. What does a family with young girls use to substitute 'hairs on the chest' to make them eat their greens?

Surely not hairy breasts? 

It's a curly one, for sure.  Or not.