In article z,
Yeasty Cock-Slimmer wrote:

I find having my testicles gently touched by an ice-cold teaspoon
heightens my enjoyment of music.

Aha! The source of your sprout fetish! Followed by a plunge into hot
water, a sprinkling of oil, and plating.

What heightens *your* enjoyment of music?

I have a Quad-inspired mental clamp circuit that implements within three
notes of "Escape (The Pina Colada Song)".

Stephen

From: Yeasty Cock-Slimmer s

I find having my testicles gently touched by an ice-cold teaspoon
heightens my enjoyment of music.

What heightens *your* enjoyment of music?

Since it's true confession time, I suppose I ought come clean. For a real
thrill, I dip my testicle hair in honey and attach alligator clips one to each
nipple. Then, I cue up an old vinyl copy of the 1812 Overture and as the cannon
shot finale begins, I pour a jar of Red Army Ants into my pubic hair and plug
the alligator clips into the mains. By the time the bells are tolling at the
end of the piece, I've usually come at least twice - three times if I've run
the alligator clip set up through a good line conditioner.

But don't take *my* word for it. Give it a go and see for yourself.

(Not recommended for girlie-men)


Professor Midnite

Yeasty wrote:


I find having my testicles gently touched by an ice-cold teaspoon
heightens my enjoyment of music.


Prove it.

Unless you have done careful level-matching of both your testicles and the
shape, weight & temperature of the teaspoons has been equalized, you're simply
making an OSAF !!!!



What heightens *your* enjoyment of music?



The freedom to engage in exercising my individual preferences and subjective
opinions.

This, of course, would include the use of planar loudspeakers, a mixture of
vinyl & digital software, and a variety of SS and tubed components.

Most importantly, I get to enjoy them without being harrassed or challenged to
justify my preferences. I suspect most of us feel the same way







--
Three Fahrenheit









Bruce J. Richman

Stephen from Austin wrote:


In article z,
Yeasty Cock-Slimmer wrote:

I find having my testicles gently touched by an ice-cold teaspoon
heightens my enjoyment of music.

Aha! The source of your sprout fetish! Followed by a plunge into hot
water, a sprinkling of oil, and plating.

What heightens *your* enjoyment of music?

I have a Quad-inspired mental clamp circuit that implements within three
notes of "Escape (The Pina Colada Song)".


I've been tempted to use that type of device whenever I hear Bobby McFadden
doing "Don't Worry, Be Happy".


(Although I've recommended it to patients).








Stephen









Bruce J. Richman

In article ,
(Bruce J. Richman) wrote:

Stephen from Austin wrote:


In article z,
Yeasty Cock-Slimmer wrote:

I find having my testicles gently touched by an ice-cold teaspoon
heightens my enjoyment of music.

Aha! The source of your sprout fetish! Followed by a plunge into hot
water, a sprinkling of oil, and plating.

What heightens *your* enjoyment of music?

I have a Quad-inspired mental clamp circuit that implements within three
notes of "Escape (The Pina Colada Song)".


I've been tempted to use that type of device whenever I hear Bobby McFadden
doing "Don't Worry, Be Happy".


(Although I've recommended it to patients).

Some songs should be perscription only!: "High Hopes"; "I've Never Been
to Me"; and so on.

Stephen