Scientific Cunt Thread

I never know whether cervix is included at Hooters

Once went to lunch there with a group, and someone had a coupon for $5 off two orders of wings. Our Hooters waitress stared at the coupon for a long time, went over to the bar and discussed it with another waitress, did some figuring with a pad and pencil - and returned to our table having added $5 to our bill.

I hope she married well. And that she didn't write her own pre-nup.
 
Once went to lunch there with a group, and someone had a coupon for $5 off two orders of wings. Our Hooters waitress stared at the coupon for a long time, went over to the bar and discussed it with another waitress, did some figuring with a pad and pencil - and returned to our table having added $5 to our bill.

I hope she married well. And that she didn't write her own pre-nup.

I'm sure it had something to do with her nipples.
 
Which we now know is not merely that little nub, but a larger organ entirely...

Eating popsicles must have been fun!

I just remember the theme song.

Do you remember that?

It was so horribly awful.

"Now I'm going to tell you the way it has to be.
Just relax your musicles and once you hit that spot
keep right on pushing and give it all you've got.
Now we've found your tinkle the solution is quite clear.
For if we both can hit it now the bells you'll surely hear.
Deep throat deeper than deep your throat.
Don't row the boat don't get your goat.
That's all she wrote."
 
Once went to lunch there with a group, and someone had a coupon for $5 off two orders of wings. Our Hooters waitress stared at the coupon for a long time, went over to the bar and discussed it with another waitress, did some figuring with a pad and pencil - and returned to our table having added $5 to our bill.

I hope she married well. And that she didn't write her own pre-nup.

My wife can't balance the checkbook, but she's got a killer recipe for hot wings.
 
Here's an MRI image of the Deed Itself:


From http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://student.bmj.com/issues/00/01/papers/images/sex2.jpg&imgrefurl=http://student.bmj.com/issues/00/01/papers/1596.php&h=159&w=200&sz=16&hl=en&start=10&sig2=AyABCglpk9AKjEtV6REMIw&tbnid=dUszhGEeDc8rHM:&tbnh=83&tbnw=104&ei=6LbCR4z8KJO-iwHt0dj4Cw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpenis%2Bmri%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG

You can hardly see that little clitster at all.

Other MRI images of erect penises have shown that the base of the penis extends far back into the male body as well so that when erect it looks something like a boomerang with half inside the body, half outside.
 
Here's an MRI image of the Deed Itself:


From http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://student.bmj.com/issues/00/01/papers/images/sex2.jpg&imgrefurl=http://student.bmj.com/issues/00/01/papers/1596.php&h=159&w=200&sz=16&hl=en&start=10&sig2=AyABCglpk9AKjEtV6REMIw&tbnid=dUszhGEeDc8rHM:&tbnh=83&tbnw=104&ei=6LbCR4z8KJO-iwHt0dj4Cw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpenis%2Bmri%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG

You can hardly see that little clitster at all.

Other MRI images of erect penises have shown that the base of the penis extends far back into the male body as well so that when erect it looks something like a boomerang with half inside the body, half outside.

There seems to be room for an amazing bulk in there. I, um, dated, yeah, that's it, dated, a very small person once, one of those miniature women. She was about four feet ten (less than 1,50) but, like, no problem, at whatever angle. The exterior portion of her cunt was a bit large, proportionally, a very impudently prominent pudenda. Bemused me to watch everything just vanish into her belly.

There's roots to the clit, too. Move the mound about, you can feel them, and she can feel that you're moving 'em.

That's a drawing, not an MRI.
 
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You people need to get a room.

The sign out front clearly says, "Christian Science Reading Room." It's misleading.
 
At the very top of the image, near the left, there's a small pencil portrait of Jessica Rabbit. Is that normal?

I like the way they show that trans-testicle-anus nerve, the one that signals: "She's done! It's safe to fart!"
 
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THEY'RE WRONG!

You're all wrong.

The G-Spot is located in Florida City, at the southern end of the Florida Turnpike south of Homestead. If you've ever driven to Key Largo from Miami International Airport, or visited Everglades National Park via the southeastern entrance, you've been to Florida City.

Like me, you may have passed right by the G-Spot, unaware. I don't know how long it's been there; I just saw a flyer posted on a telephone poll at the intersection of Grand Avenue and SW 37th.

The featured band on Saturday nights is called Grind-Mode.

Fridays are Teen Nights.

:D
 
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Nope! Sorry, sher - you're wrong too!

It's located in the middle of the Mystery Spot, St. Ignace, Michigan.

http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/sweetsubsarahh/mysteryspot.jpg

http://images.google.com/imgres?img...firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&sa=N

(Just 2 miles from the bridge)

Sorry, Sarahhh, the G-spot may be open "rain", but it is not open "shine", as anyone who's tried to get his girl to expose her pudenda to the direct rays of Father Sol can attest. Much scrabbling about and woeful shrieking and dreadful waving about of the of the limbs results when you try to expose the labia minora to the beneficent rays of the sun in the backseat of a racy sportscar or American-styled convertible, or at least that's been my experience and the experience of my fellow members in the American G-spot & Hot-Rod Mad Doper Club Association. (AGSHRMDCA)

The girl usually has to be grabbed and plied with mad dope, then spread-eagled, Aztec sacrifice-style on the hood of the car, which is then driven at high speeds through mosquito-infested mad doper country, and this hardly qualifies as "fun, fun, fun" as the sign promises, at least as far as she's concerned, although AGSHRMDCVA members sure seem to enjoy it.

I know a reputable organization like yours would like to correct their letters column to reflect the truth of this grave situation.

(signed)

Col. Snot W. Goatlips
 
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Sorry, Sarahhh, the G-spot may be open "rain", but it is not open "shine", as anyone who's tried to get his girl to expose her pudenda to the direct rays of Father Sol can attest. Much scrabbling about and woeful shrieking and dreadful waving about of the of the limbs results when you try to expose the labia minora to the beneficent rays of the sun in the backseat of a racy sportscar or American-styled convertible, or at least that's been my experience and the experience of my fellow members in the American G-spot & Hot-Rod Mad Doper Club Association. (AGSHRMDCA)

The girl usually has to be grabbed and plied with mad dope, then spread-eagled, Aztec sacrifice-style on the hood of the car, which is then driven at high speeds through mosquito-infested mad doper country, and this hardly qualifies as "fun, fun, fun" as the sign promises, at least as far as she's concerned, although AGSHRMDCVA members sure seem to enjoy it.

I know a reputable organization like yours would like to correct their letters column to reflect the truth of this grave situation.

(signed)

Col. Snot W. Goatlips


--Dr. Zoot, PhD

Is that a cigar you're sporting or are you just happy to see me?

SSSarahh
 
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