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Thursday, May 04, 2006

Sex Machine Museum


Heeyy! Owww! It's a museum, hah! Git on up! A museum of sex machines, heeey! Zabba-dooba.

Sorry.

Other odd museums here.

10 Comments:

Blogger Heather said...

Damn...I knew it...had to be in Europe. The Americans would never go for something like that!

Next time I make it across the Big Blue, I shall have to make a side trip, see what all the fuss is about.


word verification: btgpgtgs

big pigs? Not the visual I want going with this sort of thing....

12:01 PM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

Maybe there is a big pigs museum, too. If you do go, send me a postcard. You don't have to get me anything from the gift shop, ha.

ccaooax: how Mel Tillis says "coax." Makes no sense if you don't know who Mel Tillis is.

6:30 PM  
Blogger Davis said...

M-m-m-mm-m-(ding!)-Mel T-Tillis?

Rock on.

9:11 PM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

"Miss Jones is comin'—Miss Jones is comin' (ding) Miss Jones comin' on the evening train."

11:21 PM  
Blogger Fletcher said...

Maybe I should order something? An antique sex doll? Does that mean she is dressed in Victorian style?
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3:18 PM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

No, it means she's 85 years old.

6:28 PM  
Blogger Fletcher said...

Is she rich?

What am I saying!?
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9:16 PM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

Rich in love, my friend. Rich in love.

12:34 AM  
Blogger Tree said...

The iron corset is kinda hot, but the voyeuristic chamber pot gives me the creeps. And the handle-operated vibrator? Oh jeez. How could that possibly work?

8:13 AM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

I think you'd need a partner for the handle-operated vibrator.

And what's with the electric, anti-masturbation machine? Shouldn't that be in the Inquisition museum or something?

9:02 AM  

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