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November 25, 2004 by mignuna
  The world is full of penises, and their owners. Penis owning seems to be a huge (pardon my pun) responsibility for most men. I know we girls find it hard (oops, there I go again) to believe this stunning fact, but I have it from a reliable source that penises not only have minds of their own,   some of them are even capable of speech .   ‘Worried Willy’ is one such penis.   Much more than an all-purpose excuse for anything from infidelity to fist fighting in...
November 25, 2004 by mignuna
  The world is full of penises, and their owners. Penis owning seems to be a huge (pardon my pun) responsibility for most men. I know we girls find it hard (oops, there I go again) to believe this stunning fact, but I have it from a reliable source that penises not only have minds of their own,   some of them are even capable of speech .   ‘Worried Willy’ is one such penis.   Much more than an all-purpose excuse for anything from infidelity to fist fighting in...
November 23, 2004 by mignuna
  Nobody in the world today seems to like themselves enough. We’re all so concerned with belting ourselves over the head with our failures and shortcomings that we don’t have any time to reflect on the good we do. Compare yourself and your activities today to the activities of the persons on your evening news bulletin tonight. Chances are you didn’t shoot up a bunch of people ‘cause the store ran out of your favourite snack. It’s unlikely that you mugged a little old lady...
November 23, 2004 by mignuna
  (I heard this little story/joke (I’m not certain which it is) from a friend who wasn’t sure of its origin, so I’d guess it’s one of those proverbial ‘urban myths’ or such thing, but I liked it so much that I wanted to share it).   A mother was preparing to serve dinner to members of her church group. As a special treat, in the afternoon before the guests had arrived, she had carefully taught her 6-year-old son a new prayer as ‘grace’ to start the meal. When it came t...
November 21, 2004 by mignuna
  I can recall the first film I saw about sex. It was at a school evening. My parents were there. (My parents !. Who had done it . Ugh !. Whatever it was. I wasn’t even certain I wanted to know). There I sat amongst my equally embarrassed-into-silence classmates, the setting completed by a ring of parents who looked at their shoes and cleared their throats a lot.   Then 'it' happened. The film said the word ‘penis’. “HA HA ! PENIS !”   yelled Joel, the kid...
November 21, 2004 by mignuna
  I can recall the first film I saw about sex. It was at a school evening. My parents were there. (My parents !. Who had done it . Ugh !. Whatever it was. I wasn’t even certain I wanted to know). There I sat amongst my equally embarrassed-into-silence classmates, the setting completed by a ring of parents who looked at their shoes and cleared their throats a lot.   Then 'it' happened. The film said the word ‘penis’. “HA HA ! PENIS !”   yelled Joel, the kid...
November 20, 2004 by mignuna
    Rockmelon          Ute         Lollies         Block of units         Petrol station          
November 20, 2004 by mignuna
    In what has surely got to be the grossest thing I have ever heard of,  a UK expert in transplant ethics says that surgeons who are currently preparing to offer human face transplants have not considered the possible psychological and other complications.   A number of international medical teams are expected to carry out the first human face transplant, possibly before the end of the year, and one ‘face transplant’ surgeon says people h...
November 19, 2004 by mignuna
      "You should see me when you're not looking !!!" ... this week, let's talk about the 'private' you ...         1/ What would you do if you were completely alone in the world for an hour ? (ie: no other living things present)       2/ What would you do tomorrow if money was no object ?       3/ What is your current favourite thing to do whe...
November 15, 2004 by mignuna
New York fashion retailers are being applauded for displaying mannequins modeled on the ‘new’ generation of curvy women, citing Jennifer Lopez and Beyonce as the influence behind (pardon the pun) this ‘trend’. Initially intended as marketing for the ‘street’ fashion stores, established labels are now adopting the bootylicious shop dummies manufactured by mannequin firm Goldsmith. According to Goldsmiths’ Creative Director, the recent pop culture fixation on large bottoms has a positive m...
November 13, 2004 by mignuna
I cannot keep still in my sleep.   I for some reason assume a sleeping position my husband has named ‘the starfish’ (arms out, legs out), thus occupying the entire bed.   From there, I for some reason like to hurl the blankets across the room with great force and smash the bedside lamp, occasionally followed by bestowing my sleeping husband with a thump on the head.   (Neither of us has any idea why I do this. Happily, my husband ch...
November 12, 2004 by mignuna
  This week, we poetic souls are going to pillage songs we love to express ourselves. (Yes. Very sneaky of us). Using only song lyrics , complete the following sentences from your own perspective: 1. I think I am ... 2. Sometimes I wish I could ... 3. Last time I fell in love, I ... 4. At the moment, I feel like ... 5. An ex-partner once said I was ...   Lots of room for interpretation ... just how I like it. (And yes, yes, I’m about 15 hour...
November 10, 2004 by mignuna
  My comments on the blogs that I have deleted the spam on look so funny that I fear I may to consider leaving a replacement comment there or some such thing. I can’t help but wonder what future readers may think upon encountering such ‘spam-edited’ comments long after the spammer itself is a bad memory.   Consider the perfectly pleasant exchange being conducted on my comments which was rudely interrupted by the spammer. The next person to visit was infuriated at the st...
November 10, 2004 by mignuna
  My comments on the blogs that I have deleted the spam on look so funny that I fear I may to consider leaving a replacement comment there or some such thing. I can’t help but wonder what future readers may think upon encountering such ‘spam-edited’ comments long after the spammer itself is a bad memory.   Consider the perfectly pleasant exchange being conducted on my comments which was rudely interrupted by the spammer. The next person to visit was infuriated at the st...
November 10, 2004 by mignuna
  I’m having a love affair. But ssshhhh. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to share it around too much. The object of my affections is mysterious. The silent type. I am spellbound.   We see each other every day, as soon as my husband leaves for work. I rise quickly and bundle on some clothing. I quickly brush my teeth but do not bother to shower, knowing that I will only become soiled again within moments.   My love changes every day. Each morning brings ne...