It doesn’t say “good blowjob.” It says one he won’t forget. Maybe that’s why it’s a free book.

Old housemate got one of these full-body spandex suits once, years ago. He thought it would be funny. But it was horrible. It went all the way up his asscrack and formed an incredibly detailed contour around his genitals. He started sweating immediately and felt like being trapped in a wet balloon. He looked like a fat wet balloon and everyone could see his hog. I don’t know how humanity made it through the 1980s.

Why say “Happy Valentine’s Day” when you could say “Go in the bathroom and thread these plastic pearls through your mail slot and donut hole.”

                        Enema Simulator
This anatomical model is an “enema simulator”. Sure, nursing and medical students need to know how to do an enema. And the colon isn’t just a gross pooptube, it’s an important part of the human digestion system.

But it costs $570, which is an awful lot for a fake butt. Surely there are people who would let you do it for free, or even pay you to enemize them. If only we had some kind of global electronic network of ass freaks so we could find them.

If you asked women today what their biggest problem was, I bet the majority of them would say “My armpit is dark as hell and I hate it.” Enter Mayfair Armpit Whitening cream, two hundred dollars worth of precious pit-whitening salve, possibly guaranteed to make your dreams come true, in some cases.

Ah, Dude Wipes. The wetnappy for men too dainty to use toilet paper or paper towels, but too self-conscious to buy a box of actual baby wipes. At $10 for 30 wet-wipes, that red-faced, ear-burning shame you feel when you grab a couple of pre-moistened wipes from a box with a baby on it had better be pretty strong.

Guess what, scared guy, we were all babies once, with poop on our sac of spuds, and the baby wipes worked fine. Swab your poopy nuts with the baby wipes and move on with your life. Or do what my old housemate does after he takes a monster Dump. Go for the old garden hose in the summer, and an old scarf in the winter.

This little asshole, according to the promotional text, has been the target of bullying and cyberbullying. I wonder why.

Most sad about this kid is the fact that he’s been on talk shows promoting the no-cussing thing for so long he probably feels it’s impossible to escape. Locking himself in the bathroom crying, whispering “fuck fuck butt ass fuck dick ass” over and over with the shower running, knowing he can never say it out loud.

For the little asshole who has everything, the $399 Blast Zone Ball Kingdom is a great way to kill a square section of your lawn and keep your prince or princess away from the horror of public bounce houses.  But it might be that in the age of helicopter parenting, a smothering plastic piece of shit feels like home.

 Male chicken possess only a rudimentary phallic nub, which they use to pump their sperm into females using a ‘cloacal kiss’. The cloaca is the posterior opening which birds use for both excretion and reproduction. The rooster presses his cloaca against the female’s and squirts his sperm inside; on the other end of the penis spectrum, ducks have very long and elaborate penises, which measure about half of their body lengths.

Aurora and Venus were found hiding in an attic in Philadelphia. They are sisters who are the beauty queens of the zombie world.  They are both higher functioning zombies often posing as horror movie stars in order to lure more victims to where zombies tend to hang out like local malls, the graveyard across from the movie theater and bowling alleys.

An enema under the influence of Ecstasy would probably feel much like this looks.

If you spread some Dimethyl Sulfoxide on your asshole, you can taste it on your tongue.

Try to catch a zombie in his own bed where he is most likely to be unarmed and unsuspecting, shoot him with a nail gun then finish the job with a really well made samurai sword.

She's just one little "Happy Trail" skipping along.

                           What's in a typo?

He has a hydrophilic head and a hydrophobic tail.

The day you sell your soul for something you would die for, turns out there's a glut.

His father spent the last year of his life throwing rocks at the stork.

If you live long enough, you too will look like a gargoyle.

What doesn't kill you usually results in a severe migraine.

May your rectum scream in much confusion and be cursed with a dysfunctional colon resulting in terminal constipation suffering the abusive intrusion of the flying fickle finger of probing proctology interns.