TummyDragon
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With it so late at night and with my terminal insomnia, I have a tendency (sometimes stretching to elevendency) to ponder the most ludicrous, inane crap.
Tonight's agenda of cranial cave drawings and menu of insanity du jour consists of the wonderful world of the ticklish torso. Sort of. Let me preface the following ridiculous discussion with: while I certainly wouldn't throw a sexy pair of feet out of bed (unless they were attached to the gorgeous woman on the floor), I am also an extreme fan of sexy upperbody tickling.
'Torso' sounds tantalizing; 'upperbody' is alluring; 'ribs' are downright delicious. 'Hollows of the underarms' could be a symphony of sexual desire surpassing even Mozart in aestethic wonder. 'Armpit' is - well, what the hell is it? A linguistic gag reflex lying in ambush? I hear people referring to "tickling the pits", or "ticklish pits" and for me, if I think of 'licking an armpit', it's not just merely the antithesis of aphrodisiac, but I can literally (okay, figuratively) pick off rodents fifty yards away with rapid fire machine gun projectiles consisting of the Artist formerly known as Breakfast. BLELELELELELELECK!!
So why is it that one word or phrase can drive us so wild with titillating passions of drooling desire while another semantic incarnation of the very same erogenous zone can quell the very desire for human contact? A freshly showered rose by any other name, in the shape of an 'underarm' would still taste as sweet and be the perfect candidate for a good drizzling with honey, depending on the mood and underarm in question, but call the rose an 'armpit' and it becomes the black hole of the Right Guardian Angels.
BUT -- It's a one-way street paradoxically running in both directions. I've heard or read many who absolutely *must* refer to the Spot o' Ticklish Torment as an 'armpit' or it loses any attraction whatsoever. If a woman mentions "ticklish armpit" their blood boils so hot their hair turns into a bug-zapper.
Is this god's little trick on us lowly humans? What if an Armpit man meets an Underarm woman? Would they blow up from the contact of matter/antimatter? Or would their kids simply love Underpits? or worse, the redundant Armarm?
Am I really here? does anything really exist? is it all a dream? Who the hell are those people in white suits? What if the voices in my head are really a bunch of mimes? Who hid my stash? Those Doritos are MINE!
This message was brought to you by Ticklenol PM
(announcer voice)
Do you have trouble falling asleep? Are those dreams of fingers and feathers forcing you to lie awake and ponder? Then you need to try Ticklenol PM (from the makers of Rubbin'tossin'). Just one capsule (or several) at bedtime will ensure you get the rest you need! The small vibratory capsule is completely safe for daily use.
It's the Screamin' Screechin' Cacklin' Archin' Moanin' til explosion so you can rest medicine!
warning: not meant to be taken orally. side effects not consistent with those found in the placebo group include euphoria, giddiness, heavy breathing, intense smiling, collapsing, multiple happiness, incontrollable prayers invoking 'god', and an overall feeling of well being.
<we now return you to the forum postings already in progress>
I just realized... if you sort of let your vision relax, that Ticklish Salute avatar resembles some perverted, twisted rendition of the Mouseketeer song.. "T-I-C, seeya real soon..."
Tonight's agenda of cranial cave drawings and menu of insanity du jour consists of the wonderful world of the ticklish torso. Sort of. Let me preface the following ridiculous discussion with: while I certainly wouldn't throw a sexy pair of feet out of bed (unless they were attached to the gorgeous woman on the floor), I am also an extreme fan of sexy upperbody tickling.
'Torso' sounds tantalizing; 'upperbody' is alluring; 'ribs' are downright delicious. 'Hollows of the underarms' could be a symphony of sexual desire surpassing even Mozart in aestethic wonder. 'Armpit' is - well, what the hell is it? A linguistic gag reflex lying in ambush? I hear people referring to "tickling the pits", or "ticklish pits" and for me, if I think of 'licking an armpit', it's not just merely the antithesis of aphrodisiac, but I can literally (okay, figuratively) pick off rodents fifty yards away with rapid fire machine gun projectiles consisting of the Artist formerly known as Breakfast. BLELELELELELELECK!!
So why is it that one word or phrase can drive us so wild with titillating passions of drooling desire while another semantic incarnation of the very same erogenous zone can quell the very desire for human contact? A freshly showered rose by any other name, in the shape of an 'underarm' would still taste as sweet and be the perfect candidate for a good drizzling with honey, depending on the mood and underarm in question, but call the rose an 'armpit' and it becomes the black hole of the Right Guardian Angels.
BUT -- It's a one-way street paradoxically running in both directions. I've heard or read many who absolutely *must* refer to the Spot o' Ticklish Torment as an 'armpit' or it loses any attraction whatsoever. If a woman mentions "ticklish armpit" their blood boils so hot their hair turns into a bug-zapper.
Is this god's little trick on us lowly humans? What if an Armpit man meets an Underarm woman? Would they blow up from the contact of matter/antimatter? Or would their kids simply love Underpits? or worse, the redundant Armarm?
Am I really here? does anything really exist? is it all a dream? Who the hell are those people in white suits? What if the voices in my head are really a bunch of mimes? Who hid my stash? Those Doritos are MINE!
This message was brought to you by Ticklenol PM
(announcer voice)
Do you have trouble falling asleep? Are those dreams of fingers and feathers forcing you to lie awake and ponder? Then you need to try Ticklenol PM (from the makers of Rubbin'tossin'). Just one capsule (or several) at bedtime will ensure you get the rest you need! The small vibratory capsule is completely safe for daily use.
It's the Screamin' Screechin' Cacklin' Archin' Moanin' til explosion so you can rest medicine!
warning: not meant to be taken orally. side effects not consistent with those found in the placebo group include euphoria, giddiness, heavy breathing, intense smiling, collapsing, multiple happiness, incontrollable prayers invoking 'god', and an overall feeling of well being.
<we now return you to the forum postings already in progress>
I just realized... if you sort of let your vision relax, that Ticklish Salute avatar resembles some perverted, twisted rendition of the Mouseketeer song.. "T-I-C, seeya real soon..."
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