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Mindful of the fact you live in an agricultural country, I presume you know what an ass is. We read in the New Testament that our blessed Lord rode on an ass in triumph into the city of Jerusalem. Today the Lord rides on another ass: I myself.
Penetrates your iris, tenderest of sphincters,
Puny human body, my ass!
Death's long anabasis.
You are not your buttocks.
A fart is just your arse applauding.
But what are they?" Annie asked.
"An omphalos, probably," said Jacob.
"A what, dear?" Melinda asked.
"A bellybutton of the world."
"I didn't know it had one.
For the husband, the male prostate can only be accessed through the anus. It is called the "male G-spot" as it is reportedly a source of great pleasure when stroked by such things as a wife's finger.
I feel like the rest of the male body makes a lot of sense. And then ... balls.
What in the name of Zeus's testicles?
we all have phalluses and urethras
And I did say excuse me, with my butt. Apparently you don't speak rectum.
A hole in my Sam.
Having just had a baby, I'm not going to be thinking about my arse.
It would be a miracle to solve this case. Luckily, I believed in miracles. No, wait, that was testicles. I believed in testicles.
The brain is viewed as an appendage of the genital glands.
occasional puke puddle.
My dear, he talked of peering into catamites' anuses, if you can conceive of anything more wonderful.
Standing in the shower, I feel something on the back of my leg that turns out to be my ass.
Which do you think, Commendatore? Bowels in or out?
Is a frog's ass watertight?
Grandma, everyone out here is bleaching their anuses. What do I do?"
Her advice? "Baby, go outside in the sun and squirt a little lemon juice on it.
prostrate body. He groaned when
What has three eyes,
three nipples and two assholes?
But penetration was a big deal. They protected their anuses the way girls protected their hymen in high school, believing that allowing anything beyond their holy gates would permanently corrupt them.
from any anatomical disgust
The abdomen is the reason why man does not easily take himself for a god.
The Greeks called this place the omphalos, literally the belly button of the earth, though they never specified whether it was an innie or an outie.
ASS, n. A public singer with a good voice but no ear.
Carpe Rectum. Seize the hot ass the good Lord has provided.
What exactly does that expression even mean? An ass that won't quit? Think about the primary function of an ass - I'd think that's the sort of thing you might want to quit.
We ought to call it something,' said Banokles thoughtfully. 'We can't just keep calling it "that big bastard horse". It ought to have a name.' 'What do you suggest?' - 'Arse Face.
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
a bag of wet farts. But
Ideas are sphincters. Every asshole has one.
The gut is the seat of all feeling.
The organs of Venus are familiar to all, but oh, my brothers, the organ of Saturn is the bladder.
If two or more organs of the body are not squirting fluids, the story's no good!
My inners are not organs. They're actually mechanics, so I have a hole in my back, wind me up like the movie 'Hugo,' and then just say, 'Act,' you know?
Knees, but they evaporated as the boat picked
It was a sphincter at the top of a black bowl. A fitting commentary on the FAYZ, Diana thought. A giant sphincter.
The body consists of three parts: the brainium, the borax and the abominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain. The borax contains the heart and lungs and the abominable cavity contains the bowels of which there are five: a, e, i, o, u.
I forgot my balls," Lucas said coming over.
"Your what?"
"My balls. Apparently I left them in this room somewhere, because otherwise I'd have had them in your office in order to tell you that you're full of shit," Lucas replied.
If we lived correctly, there would be no need to concern ourselves with the bowel. However, most of us are not living right.
All that you ever need to know about genitals is that they are made up of flesh, blood, and millions of tiny, restless nerve endings - anything else that you read into them is mere hallucination, a product of your own overactive imagination.
It's called ergot. Smell
You really only think with one part of your anatomy don't you?
Are there glass shards in my anus?
What are the asses at now?" He
It was shaping up to be one of a handful of days in my life that filled me with the kind of anticipation and excitement that makes your anus tingle ever so slightly.
Asshole Proximity Disorder
When you got right down to it, my dick was the one organ that hadn't presented itself to my consciousness through pain,
The bowels of existence do not speak unto man, except as man.
Course you can't fucking see, buddy, it's darker than a nun's virgin anus down here.
Suck my hemorrhoids!
This wonderful and complex genitalic diversity was a major impetus for our earlier studies on male genitalia (Sinclair et al.1994; Cumming et al.1995)
amateur gynecology.
Every man knows about a particular body part that often seems to have a mind of its own. And every woman knows how absurd men become when that is the body part they allow to influence their choices and decisions.
A good reliable set of bowels is worth more to a man than any quantity of brains.
The brains -the thinking organs- are the world producers -nature's genitals.
The brain, the mind, and all the things that happen inside it, it's a very erogenous zone.
Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a haemorrhoid when it's on the outside of your ass?
The world needs an enema.
I gotta tell you, Davidson, I'm impressed," he said. "That took balls."
"Please," I said with a snort, "that took ovaries. Of which I have two."
"Have I mentioned that I'm a licensed gynecologist? If your ovaries ever need anything ...
To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.
On the outside, the man of today is carefully groomed, perhaps unnecessarily and over carefully clean; while inside he is dirtier than the dirtiest animal - whose anus is as clean as its mouth, provided said animal has not been "domesticated" by "civilized" man.
Like they say, no point in rubbin' a turd.
We must learn a new modesty. We have stormed the heavens, but succeeded only in building fog upon fog, a mist which will not support anybody who earnestly desires to stand upon it. What is valid seems so insignificant that it may be seriously doubted whether anlaysis is at all possible.
Christ, I walk through an inferno unscatched, then singe my ass on the flight back."
[ ... ]
"You guys are the ... the heart and brain of the Great Machine."
"Yeah? Then you're the inflamed anus."
"You're not the brain, by the way.
There's a place for farts, and there's a place for sharts.
Besties before testes.
You must have stuck a finger up your arse at least once.
I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there - hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen
I had always thought of my vagina as an anatomical vacuum randomly sucking up particles and objects from the surrounding environment.
My name is only an anagram of toilets.
Faeces by any other name would smell as gross
Releasing sperm into the vagina of a twenty-four-year-old does not a father make,
I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.
Excrement, meet air-moving device.
The ass to end all asses," I said, unable to stop myself. "The Holy Grail of asses. If we lived in a world with fairies and elves, there would be epic quests to go get that ass. I wanted to bite it.
There's a bit of testicle at the bottom of our most sublime feelings and our purest tenderness.
This had to stop or I was going to have an aneurism. In my dick. I'd be the first person on the planet to die from an aneurism in the penis. I'd be famous, but for all the wrong reasons.
Early Menstruation renders the Uteri Hard & dry; so that they ought not to prompt the early appearance by obscene books, and frequent touchings.
Some physiologists will have it that the stomach is a mill; others, that it is a fermenting vat; others, again that it is a stew-pan; but in my view of the matter, it is neither a mill, a fermenting vat nor a stew-pan, but a stomach gentlemen, a stomach.
What kind of work do you do," I asked.
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"Promise."
"I'm a proctologist."
I couldn't help it. I laughed a little. "An ass doctor?
I have a brain and a uterus, and I use both.
Wow. And there it is. Your inner asshole just bled through.
Shit spews from your lips as from the ass of a pig.
If a woman is old enough to push a ten-pound child through her birth canal, she can hear words like 'penis' and 'cervix.' These are medical terms, Miss Charingford, not obscenities.
Life is all about Ass. You're either covering it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, bursting it, or trying to get a piece of it.
The rectum of Wybo Gerritszoon releases a hot fart of horror.
Arse. I find the thought very appealing.
The nose. It can be a nuisance in winter and such a blessing before a meal.
Whilst it may be our species greatest achievement, responsible for every technological advance we have or ever will make, science is also poop and sex and boogers.
She knew that by the morning she would be suffering from arse-ache. She smiled, remembering how, as a child, this was what she thought women were suffering from when their husbands went missing at sea. Arse-ache-heartache, they could sound the same to her.
Never call a stomach a tummy without good reason.
God gave us orifices, God gave us wounds.
Don't demean what I know is one of your favorite body parts.
Meaning 'by way of the anus'. 'Per Annum', with two n's, means 'yearly'. The correct answer to the question, 'What is the birthrate per anum?' is zero (one hopes).
Anatomy is destiny.