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Fucking Day: Sex Technique for Husband and Wife

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LEARNING DAY

Learning Day: Ligertown 🌭

I never watched that Tigerking show because out of respect for some dear cousins o mine what lived through a period of trauma that makes a show like that just hit to close too home. Them of you what also have lived in the south-eastern area of Idaho or perhaps bought or purr oozed certain issues of the National Enguierer probly also know what im talkin about which is:

Some of you might be askin ā€˜did you really spend a hunnerd dollars on that one Sissyneck!’ and no i didn’t thats like almost a whole year of Tubi Premium even tho i have a special discount from a email I got. I did make up to two inner libary loan requests and none of them panned out or even apologized so i have made due with less primaty sources but I endeavour to tell the truth of this historical experience within my actual household budget. This writin is gonna be about a hotdog artifact which has alluded us or maybe we held it breefly but then Belloq took it from our exhausted hands on account of because we dint speak Hovitos. Which is sad to me because i did learn that The Author Tom wrote many books and seemed like a pretty interestin guy, here take a look at how he was membered when he died a couple years back:

Hahaa I bet those new york ones believed it to!

And here is a memry from a close friend:

Well i still chuckle about that one too and here’s his writer biology which i can only asspire to, its in the form of a poem which was untitled but I choose to believe is probly called: ā€˜ā€™Heā€:

Yes tho we never met I will miss you dearly Tom.

Here is what I bet is in the book Ligertown by fallin brother Tom who tryed to do good ideas even if they dint end up that way in the end.

What even is a Liger? Some of you at home are probably sayin I know I know I saw napoleon dynamite the movie or that one episode of the cartoon series (which wasnt terrible actually). Anyway no your wrong and shame on you for thinkin a cartoon is real: a Liger is not just any old Lion and Tiger blend it is only if a MALE Lion impregrenades a FEMALE Tigress like this:

Yes it is buteaufil in image alone but i will recommend this time that you click on a non-hotdog link to the original film because Whoever married sound and vision in this manner i would buy them a hotdog patreon if that were possible. (it is not)

But dont think its just that easy, that what you see up there is the a moor us fruits of many months of patience…

…and/or personal alchemo experments applied in a zoo environment:

At first i was thinking maybe Bill from Canada would be mad about being dockeds like this but somethin tells me no he was probly proud of his part in gettin a lion to put it in a tiger right away.

And yes i know some of you eager ones are raising your hands and stretching your fingers sayin: but what about, what about if… and yes yes here you go:

The real Gifted n Talented among us are probly ex-strapolatin even a ā€˜nother Algernon level so here’s for them:

Which i already knew about one a those i had a titigon south bout as soon as i turned 40 hawhawhaw.

OK but lets get serious for a moment because as a four shadow these are beasts never nintended to exist by our heavenly father did you ever hear of Jonah lettin a Liger on the ark? Nope and here’s why:

Observe:

And that might look really fun but there is hysterical evidence of folks gettin actually pretty fucked-up by a liger even one they thought was there friend:

I can just magine the zoo staff meetin the next day, some of em maybe with chocolate still on their faces from sneakin there kids trickertreat candy, an probly the head zookeeper said: settle in everyone, now it is real sad what happened to Peter, he was my friend to, hell i still got his post-hole-digger at my place, but folks? I hope this can remind us all that our Liger policies and proseedure binder wasnt just put together for no reason and thats a hard truth but it is a truth.

Ok so thats probly the first part of the book aka ā€˜ā€™Ligerā€ now lets move on the second one: ā€˜`Town`’

Momma was a census taker, the years when they had em. Not a bad job, except some of the dogs, but they werent cared for right: that rudeness aint on them. An she knew that! Course she did. But what she did tell me was that even tho Dad’s libatarian hero and hers, L.T. Col, Bo Gritz, was right about most government wastery and sin, the U.S. Census was a Powerful Force for Knowledge and the Truth of a Nations’ People. Also we could use the money too. And wasnt she right? For without the Census who of us would ever know that way back in about 1939, there was a 29 year old Oregan gal, name of Lurena Feiber, gave birth to a baby boy what she named…Rob.

Isnt that neat how that makes the words seem kinda once-upon-a-timey?

So Rob grew up in Oregon and, like a certain other Special Son, we dont hear much about him until hes grownup an upsettin the status kwoah. You see Rob had a special dream: to enstablish the kingdom of heaven hear on earth by breeding the very first White Liger.

But then the SYSTEM stuck its nose in for pretty much no reason:

But then for circumstands totally outside of Robs control something DID happen again:

So Rob observed that Oregone was not ready to recieve his message and vision so he fled east to another promise land:

But yep Idaho is pretty big and no one knew where he was hard at work perfectin his beast breedins in a very special place:

And its not just called that for no reason:

Huh thats interesting they began to stay mostly on the reservation instead of at the free hot water all year round spot i wonder what happened.

So it was in this steamin land of manyfold destinys and maybe god himself liked to bathe n soake there that Rob had the unbinded freedom to construct his faunal dream:

And he would not be bound by the laws of men, no he knew he was to answer only to a higher up power:

And by the sweat of his brow and the kindness of his high mountain neighbors what maybe had some dead lambs they werent usin he would fourge his path…

Yes the meat drop is a big curiosity for me. damn these used book scalpers! that keep me from gettin the whole story instead I must scrape an beg at the Amazon reviews for informationful leavins:

Well thats a little small-minded to me. When you pay your tithin do you complain about God not payin you back right away? And anyway Rob was puttin his money savings to good work by expandin and growin a beyautiful and safe environmint to receive the comin of White Liger the First:

Chicken wire and lumber aint free folks. Well chicken wire aint free anyway, most people said Rob used just whatever wood he could find.

But once again the Secular World here it comes intrudin’ because Rob wasnt perfect and some of you sharp-eyeds out there might already have seen it:

Yep some of them darn cats got out one night and when Rob was workin to get em back in, well:

They messed him up pretty good and then even more got out and the neighbors was callin 911 sayin ā€œHey i’m Bruce Hansen and my ex-mother in law Lavina Long come up to feed her goats but we got a African Lion in the driveway’ and then a special type of Idaho hero showed up:

Bannock County Chief Deputy Lorin Nielsen and well he made what some might call a bold decision but some say it was a good idea:

But he knew he coudnt do it alone he called in the best snipers and sharp-shooters in all of South-east Idaho and then even some from Salt Lake just lookit this tictacal show of force and lethal meens:

And yes them cats didnt stand a chance against them Caprices and windbreakers and scopes it was a unchristlike mass occur what followed:

But not all of em was causalities o war there was some civilans got involved too for example a Idaho gentleman name of Woney Peters…

Lotta good Idaho names hear today, Woney took one liger out from his back porch. His wife Laurie took some vhs ghost and the darkness footage of him on that faithful day:

Laurie said later on: ā€œWoney? He is a expert shooter.’’ and you can tell by how he takes cover to reduce the Liger’s ability to return fire that she is right. So another noble liger, perhaps we might call it in death: ā€œShastaā€, was felled to death by rifle fire.

An Fieber came to except the cold truth that, even in Idaho, he would not to see his Liger Destiny to fruiting:

You can just kinda tell the spirit an lifes gone outta him, although he does get up n chase the reporter out of his house right after this part. An he did have to go to court cuz they said they looked and he wasnt taking good care of the lions anyway and he said well yeah maybe it got a little untidy:

(I blurred up one downed Liger i dont know if its snipered or close-quarter-combat-casualtied or just tranked but we dont need that kinda upsettin in here)

But i guess nobody wanted to clean and fix ā€˜er up ā€˜er so they just went ahead and burnt it all down:

BUT: Idaho didnt have many laws against stuff back then so Rob just left Lava and Idaho and about 50 mistymeeners behind and some say he went back to Oregone and well a part of me still hopes that…

Hell. Could be maybe hes out their still, toilin still, and that one day he might arrive, triumfat, back to a heart of civilization, like Pocatello maybe, and there unveil to the world the completion of his Fate and Behold unto us: WHITE LIGER is born! and its coat and fur and hair and its stripes are exceedingly white yea even as blinding as the su-

Oh hey somebody in South Careolina already made some! Look at Yeti you can tell hes a troublemaker, nobody let him in Idaho.

And thats’ not the only good thing to come outta this:

I did buy this one.

Lets perhaps end with the words of them what lived through this: themselves the citizenries of Lava Hot Springs and Surrounding Bannock County (suggested musical accompniment and also that you scroll real slow and somber):

In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.

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Upsetting Day: Orson Scott Card’s Lost Boys

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Learning Day: Spirit Babies

Yes Hello i just had my mind real opened up by a new book and im pretty excited to tell you all about it and maybe you can join me in a new way of seein and understandin the world:

Yup if your like me the title alone is probly given you that kinda cascadin -whoa- feelin about the possibilities and implications of: its not just AFTER you die its ghosts?!

But hold yr horses a bit there we’ll build up our foundation of understandin stone by stone with the help of our master and teacher: Walter Makichen. He’s there in the middle i know you think he aughta be the RV buddha lookin one on the left but i guess a man can be spiritual in North Face too.

I couldnt find out that much about him other than hes departed this north american plane now and he’s probly stayin just-right warm in the hereafter what with that senseable fleece, but before that he was considered a ā€˜ā€™singing bowl master’’ and was kind enough to make us a musical accooterment for this article:

So push play and then find a appropriate place for reading this one, idea lee on a earth-grounded cushion away from any electricle wires or transmissions, and if theres something purple near by you thats fine as long as you balance it out with somethin orange. Lets take a coorajus breath in and a cumpassion breath out and here is our first mantra Chant:

ā€˜ā€™E, AH, OH, Eā€

(takin from Walter’s Birth Shaman Meditation)

I conceive we are ready to continue.

So in the beginning Walt was a pretty normal catholic kid except for how he could always actually SEE the angels and spirits that everybody else just had their simple faith in. Like one time his bird was sick and saint francis came and healed it:

Which after something like that I’d maybe even dare to ask: ok if I call you Saint Frank?

Walt’s actual journey to become a medium claire voyant was not complete: he next had to pass through three gates of trial:

TRIBULATION THE FIRST: GATE OF PAIN

In which Walt’s kidney made some extra gravel but it would just not come out of his pee-hole until

His report sorta indicates he still was on the Demerol but that is pure co inky dink.

TRIBULATION THE SECOND: GATE OF KINDNESS

In which he was nice instead of mean to a ā€˜crazy’ street person

What the hologram tells him is: ā€˜dont go do your dissertation defense, be a psychic instead – here hold on a minute Jesus is right here, he wants to talk to you too and Jesus was like: Yep, psychic.’

TRIBULATION THE THIRD: GATE OF CRIME SOLVING

In which the same day as the hologram one of Walt’s students called him and said she was raped two days ago and she thinks Walt could help her heal but he does more than that

Thats a nice bonus, like if your cairopracter also could tell you PowerBall secrets except probly a lot differnt than that I am still learnin about how to balance humer and human suffering.

Walter is never wrong. I read this whole book of his many spiritual ad ventures and he was never once surprised or confused or had to revise any previous ideas or believins. And every predicktion he makes comes true every time and any new occurrents is just as he spected and he also has perfect recall of all the conversations and timelines of what happened. Lets take a moment of kindly condescention and pity for us what have to acknowledge our own limitations and foolness sometimes. We will extend this intention to the world with our soul chant:

ā€œOH, NAH, MAY, AH, SAH, NAH, CHA, OH, NAY, AH.ā€

(takin from Walts Calling A Spirit Baby meditation)

Ok but maybe your sayin: yeah, lots of people have a claire voyent’s, how did Walt learn of his special callin to commune and connect specificly with the spirits of the nearly borned? Is it maybe about how couples what are strugglin to conceive is a special kind of desperation and their for sucseptable to anyone offerin a narrative that gives a sense of meanin, claritin an hope? And maybe just incidentally allows that helper to oggment his own income and ego? And maybe also gives that helper a way of coping with a great pain of their own?

Oh child of doubt! Let me place a healin thumb right there in your forehead pretty hard actually and push this truth nugget into your minds heart: Walt manifested his specialty callin when he was on one of his health and personal retreats

Where he stayed in a cabin and chanted and walked around without seein another person for days so you know what happened next is real:

Yes there was kinda a vortex of ghost babies swirlin around his cabana and then

He learnt that was because there was just always so much couplin happening there all the time!

(I gotta confess i can resonate pretty hard with the innkeeper there. I was at the Maverik the other mornin it was just me and the new guy Felipe he was refillin the reesees and we had said how ya doin there a few times but this time he got kinda serious an asked me: what would i say if someone told me they could see the future? and i made the dumb joke about how i’d want to know who wun the big game and he just looked real disappointed in me and i fear whatever wondruss door he was invitin me to step through is closed forever to me now)

On to Walter’s Ghost Baby Casefile #1 in which Gail and Ron been tryin and tryin but just cant get pregnant and Walt sees theyre spirit baby who tells him:

So this to me is a powerful story but i didnt really get how Gail and Ron just bein open to whatever happens wasnt right. So I did a meditation of disearnment on this one so i’d learn this lesson really good and it came to pass that I seen a kinda a pink purple space and its kinda quiet and peaceful but then here comes this rumblin and all a sudden its just a TORRENT of whitish shapes rushin at us and at first we’re scared but then we realize thats just Rons seamen rushin in to fill up Gail and we feel peace again. But just as the sperms are about to wrangle into Gails egg a Spiritual Cowboy appears and puts up a Matrix hand with a wise smile and all the seamen just stop dead and fall down. An then maybe he looks at us and says ā€œA heifer will calve when shes willinā€ā€™ or somethin and tips his hat but that might be me gettin too fancyful.

You maybe saw that Walt mentioned the Cowboy had a yellow and green oval and thats called a aura and Walt is just seein them all the time. So i was a lil sad and ashamed i never seen any but then i found out you can get a camera app that lets you be perceptive like Walter. LaRene didnt seem very grateful that I was using it to see her aura and explainin to her how she felt and Trayton didnt have one but now i insight when Rabbit is at his calmest:

So all this to say that I dont know how anybody could feel right about preceedin with a birth plan that doesnt include a spirit baby whisperer on the team. Just think about how lost and bewilded this couple woulda been without Walt:

They would never a known that it was there mother in laws’ selfish refusal to die that was keepin em from gettin pregnant! And yep it was just like Walt profitized:

Many spirit babies arent getting birthed for the first time, no way, for a lot of em this is like there 8th life or something and Walt gets to talk to em about who they used to be. Its all so neat to me that the past life story is never just: they were boring and normal, its always like a cool setting

and a interesting story

It honestly really reminds me of things that people make up for books…

…and movies

Which isnt that reinsuring to know that our world isnt actually a confusing place with no gayrontee of justice or resolution? Walter shows us that we’re actually livin in a universe where it all makes sense and everything that happens has a appealin and satisfyin narrative arc.

See, you would be pretty silly to ever be sad or depressed about grief or loss because: if your brother died? Thats ok! you will get another chance to say everything you never did, an apologize for when you thought it was a light-hearted prank to pee on him from up in the treehouse but to him that was a bullying trauma.

Through sexual intercourse with your wife is how you can do that, I mean.

And also thats very nice that the mother doesn’t have to learn anythin about who the child will be or what they are interested in: we already met Uncle Dave an we know he’s a PBR Extra man! And hell you probly dont even need to wait until hes born to begin healing, you can probly start tossing the remote into his mom’s crotch when she aint ready just like you used to do to him.

So maybe you caught what i illuded to up there that reincarnationed spirit babies are only one of the varieties available. The other important one is ANGELS, which it took me little while to realize thats different from normal spirits.

I practiced a soft wise smile when i read that one because i understand it from how if i wanna have the car windows down, I have to keep between 45 and 52 mph or else it hurts my ears.

Here’s more about how the angel ones work:

Lets do a nother birth shaman visualization where we ā€˜magine we’re Sarah or Bruce, goin through one a the most painful things you might go through as a couple and as your just lookin everywhere and anywhere for a little bit of sollus or understanding you find yoursself in this mans office:

And he looks ready to run the grill for like a family picnic in march when the sun is out and its fifty degrees but maybe the wind dont make it feel like that and you find that uncle energy kinda comfortin hear in youre time of need and then he looks up like maybe someones gonna toss him a beer but that someone is a angel and that beer is a ghost baby from the afterlife.

So isnt that a warm comfort that for some angels it helps to do like a politician-at-a-tornado type site visit and thats what all those miscarriages were and they really preciate your understandin.

If you are wonderin about whether Walt can also wisely understand and explain everything about complicated adoption and abortion situations, yes that is easy for him but you might can tell I am already a lil tuckered out from tryin to talk about miscarriage in a comedy article in a cumpassionate and respectful fashion, and maybe see why i am leavin those other ones as a exercise for the reader.

Oh yeah i was wonderin about that too, what about talkin with your ghost baby DURING conception? Thanks for bringin that up. Well Walt’s a little skittish about the ā€œphysical mechanicsā€ of sex thats why instead of sex he always says ā€œphysical mechanicsā€. But he does talk about it and i’m glad he clarified because i was askin myself: is a spirit baby, like, right there in the camper with you? maybe kinda shoutin encouragements or compliments? Or maybe helpin in a more hands on way, like that old lady in Midsommar?

No its not that way its this way:

Anyway next time your gettin intimant on the couch in between episodes of Magnum or maybe in the backseat of a honda CRV because bob seger came on and it just made you both recollect what you felt like in the acid wash days remember what your really doin is makin a big spirit bowl to put babies in.

So: Here is a final faith-promoting vingrette from Walter, I recommend track 9 ā€œNo Boundariesā€ from the spa CD while your readin this one. Start with the following mantra, speak it aloud in your silent heart:

ā€œMAH MA SAY MA MAH SAH MA MA KOO SAHā€

(takin from Walts A Father Can Be A Patient Labor Partner Meditation)

So if any of you what have kids or might do in the future get a moment of frustration when they left the car window rolled down and the cats got in but they keep sayin that wasnt me I was at school when you drove it last, just remember that you and your child once maybe died together defending against the war of northern agression. On state rights. To enslave people. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.


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Fucking Day: Celebrate the Self 🌭

Yes well its my turn again and today we have a important story to tell so gather round and have a seat criss-cross apple-style. Once Upon A Time there was a special group of people who got together because of their maybe uncommon interests in some topics an activities that maybe most other people dident know about or dident like or even thought they were gross and bad. But this group of people knew that the things they liked were actually cool and good and so they wrote about them and published it but that wasent enough: they wanted to have like a treehouse-type area where they could talk more with each other about their neesh extra-curricilums and maybe even form kind of friendships and ginuwine connections with each other.  Does that sound familiar to any of us gathered here to-day? Raise your hand if you know what Im talkin about thats right this is a story about:

The CELEBRATE THE SELF NEWSLETTER FOR THE SOLO SEX ENTHUSIAST which as far as i can tell ran quarteredly from maybe 1993 until at least 1997 but i only have these two issues and the catalog. They were bundled up together in the collectors corner at the friends of the library booksale AND it was half-off day so i got em for 1.50$ instead of 3. The older lady volunteer was a real pro she dident even blink when she rang me up. 

CELEBRATE THE SELF newsletter i guess got its start because a man named Dr. Harold Litten wrote a book about playin with yourself but ADVANCED playin with yourself and it looks like it was pretty popular, you can still get a copy if you want:

So a group of people REALLY liked this book and said we want more! more! so Harold and some buds said ok if you all chip in a little money every so often we’ll keep this self-touch locomotion runnin and take your letters and answer your questions and try out any neat masturbation tips or tools or drugs you tell us about and then MAIL. THROUGH THE MAIL. FROM MOBILE ALABAMA IN 1994. A PRINTOUT TO YOUR HOUSE. I dont know bout you, but I call it courage. lets take the tour, won’t we:

READER MAIL

Pretty self-explanetary i guess heres where the subs (they call each other ā€˜ā€™Brothers’’) write in with their penis and testical stories or poems or special memories about for example rural comroderry:

That sounds not too bad except for the hay dust and the hay bales and the hay part. I know theres a no ai art policy for 1900HOTDOG articles and i agree thats good but for personal curiosity i tried asking a few art robots to me make me ā€œnude farmers and guys platonacly hayin’ in the style of Andrew Wyeth with no clothes onā€ and the ones that dident shame me did a passable job of it.

Next we have one from an older gent.

Whoa what a button! Thats only about half of the letter and its still a lot of detail alright but maybe you get the jist that the CTS brotherhood is pretty open and tries to make room for a wide-spectum of human sexuality that maybe doesnt get real mainstream representation. And thats nice and all but its all so a bunch of folks writin in with their more kinda -formational- stories. Goin through these newsletters was a pretty whipsplashy experience, where id be readin one part and thinking wow these brothers even in the 90s were doin some good thinkin and writin about the variety and fluidity of human experience with sex, and people would be writin in sayin thanks about how the newsletter and books has help them overcome shame and accept their whole self and identity and pretty heartwarmin! And then id move to another part that had a lot of stuff about -youthful- experiences in it and it’d make me kinda push and kick few tilly at the floor with my right foot like when im teachin someone to drive and we need some brakes right now.

Yes it might seem odd but after some of the we-dont-really-talk-that-way-anymore-outside-of-anime letters, the man who carefully measures his cantalope hole with it looks like a lot of trial and error seems like a oasis of safety and consent.

FEEDBACK

Now not all of the letters was just one way, some of em had like requests or feedbacks and the CTS staff would engage in a lil tit ah tit with the brothers. for example:

To the Celebrate-the-Self Labatorry!

Amazin the good one can accomplice with a medical degree.

This one there were a couple of brothers that were really wantin to know where they could get somethin called a jac-pac:

And Dr. Litten replied sayin he was also very sad he couldent find any jacpacs (also known as accujacs) anymore either. I was curious myself, journalismly, but the only thing i could find a bout jacMasters was this:

Which some say thats poppers but i wonder if thats the space inhalers but lets focus up people on the most important part which is: there are apparently THREE different models of accujacs im assuming and hopin that means classic, shag, and battle-armor but will we ever know!?

Lookin up jac-masters also brought this etsy product to my awares:

Which if the can’talope guy is still around i bet he’d approve.

ANYWAY heres where i had a very good fortune that i had two issues because in the next one the Doctor followed up and once again proved that maybe its not nesessity that mothers inventions as much as it is just wackin off. who needs a store-bought jac-pac when you can use items you already have in your own home like enema hoses and water wings to make:

And like he says: make sure to take the water out before giving them back to your kids i assume most defense atterneys dont like to rely on a photo like that as there best chance of pleadin you down from murder to manslaughter.

Heres one where somebody who got a free copy of Dr. Littens book had some notes:

Which Dr. Litten received and responded in a professional spirit:

And then there was a little inner-community drama in the next issue where some people said that was a little mean wasent it and so Dr. Litten humbely reflected on his words and actions

And decided that he was right and good. As the Michael Angelo of wackin off he felt intitled to a little humbuggery sense his words helped so many orgasms the hole magazine is drippin like a old rag left in a horse troff. 

PHOTOS PICTURES

Well its not all writin and words the CTS knew that the brothers awaitin their issues in their mailbox delivered by their mailcarrier in 1994 would probably want some images and photos and some of em are pretty i guess standard like speakin of Michael Angelo heres a david with probly a AOL free trial disc or a scratched copy of Parklife:

But some of the photos utileyes some less conventional poses to erotic affect:

And then theres the non photographic visual arts some of em are kinda cute cartoony about differnt ways you can do a self-touch:

And some of em are more a body horror instructional type about how to make some crosshatch contour shadows onto your weiner to give it a shapely hour-glass figure before you inject some fatty acid into it to get real hard:

I looked that one up and it looks like the injections were more of thing only real 90s kids will remember and now we’re more civilized so for all-day boners you can just feed your pee-hole a lil prostaglandin pellet.

Heres a hand-drawing for someones book:

I realize that one might be a bit confusin to your sexual organs so heres the text to clear it up:

Huh i guess i would maybe recommend dont read that after you did a injection or you might end up with some problemsome sex associatives.

HUMOUR

Now this one i think you folks will like because of how you also like things what are funny and the Solo Sex brothers are not above havin a chuckle about themselves. We have cartoons:

And just plain ol fashion classic setups n punch-lines:

Im a little embarased but that one did get a decent-size laugh outta me.

And then everyones favorite the timeless dirty limerick:

Brake. Brake! BRAKE!

REVIEWS

Ok its the final section of our newsletter to look at where the folks captainin the Good Ship Touch Myself generously purchase and self-experiment with all products and techniques marketed as the ultimate in toe-curlin technologies. Some of its pretty basic stuff like kellogs and they say it works pretty good:

But that ā€˜ticular bathroom version was knew to me so i thought i’d give it a try when LaRene was still sleepin: I had a sit and started openin er up and shuttin er down and I gotta pretty good rhythym goin my guess is about a 80 bpm but i guess it was louder than i thought because here comes LaRene flingin the door open all worried and upset asking are you ok whats goin on and all i could say was ā€˜ā€™peein’’ and then a course it would start back up right then and she just looked at me for a second and then went back to bed.

Heres another technique i don’t think i’ll try this one:

I got a little lost about what was really happenin in that one and what was boner-fever dream and what was bad and what was good but I think all of us really can be thankful that we dident have to ecsperience that one first hand or be annywhere near that real confused doctor when he did.

Heres a DIY idea but im’ gonna be straight with you here and say please dont actually:

And then heres where the subscribers of this newsletter really got there moneys worth take a look:

Just a lil reminder that this was 1994 and so this kind of technology probly seemed realistic and likely in edition to very sex-appealing. But what was the verdict of our self-pleasure elders?

What a disappointment! Thank goodness the strong arm of the USPS will do a crackdown on these frauders (im havin fun here, in real life I know the postal inspectors are no joke).  

But what evidence did Dr. Litten and the fellas include in their formal complaint so the SWAT mail carriers can get a warrant to invade the cybertech campus, possibly wearing tactical blue shorts, depending on the weather? Here is a itemized list:

Each one more dammin than the last of this so- called ā€˜ā€™cyber’’ ā€˜ā€™tech’’ lets just shake our heads and also wonder what kind of vibrator you could get in 1994 for 2$.  Obvoiusly this is a smokin-gun of scam-fraud and RICO all on its own. i’m sure a tiny right-hand-drive APC with a eagle on the side went tearin ass down the highway to shut these monsters down. but whats this there’s one more piece of intel coming over the radio!?

Those sick sonuvabitches. 

So here ends our story or perhaps a fable even about a community maybe not that different from some modern day ones, like they say: one persons weird shit is another persons virtual elk club, so let us salute our pre-internet trailblazers and walk where they crawled but maybe clean the floor first in this specific case in the name of jesus christ amen.