This is a public service announcement to promote awareness of potential hand to hand contact and unsolicited familiarity with a strange penis.  It is best to avoid shaking hands with an identified offender (see image above) and if contact is unavoidable use rubber gloves or hand sanitizer immediately after contact.
-The Bureau of The National Association of Masturbatory Affairs

    The infamous necropants from the Museum of Icelandic Sorcery & Witchcraft.

     If you want to make your own necropants (literally; nábrók) you have to get permission from a living man to use his skin after he is dead.

    After he has been buried you must dig up his body and flay the skin of the corpse in one piece from the waist down. As soon as you step into the pants they will stick to your own skin. A coin must be stolen from a poor widow and placed in the scrotum along with the magical sign, nábrókarstafur, written on a piece of paper.

 

    Consequently the coin will draw money into the scrotum so it will never be empty, as long as the original coin is not removed. To ensure salvation the owner has to convince someone else to overtake the pants and step into each leg as soon as he gets out of it. The necropants will thus keep the money-gathering nature for generations.

Source: realmsofthemortalg

Just thought you'd like to know there's magic in the world provided you care to dig it up and....Use it.

                              Cannibal Logic

                       IT’S PUBIC HAIR TALK TIME

listen up: we might all have a strategy to deal with pubes and stuff, but don’t believe for a second that being completely fucking hairless at all times is some kind of mandatory requirement for womanhood

because hair actually NATURALLY grows there, at a constant rate, on girls and guys. sure you can make there be less (or none!) sometimes, and that’s all good fun - but it’s not a never-ending super-itchy quest to ERADICATE ALL TRACE THAT YOU EVER HIT PUBERTY, it’s just meant to be a bit of self-pampering yeah?

you’re a woman, not a dolphin. hair happens, and guys, if you can’t deal with that, well…

                               Curses, Curses
May your soul be forever tormented by fire and your bones feasted upon by a concordant of tape worms till all the marrow is dung and your bones dry and brittle.

The uncertain and frenetic nature of modern life has led to the increasing popularity of mild bondage.  When you're tied to the cart, at least you know where you're going to be for the next couple of hours.

                            WWII 1942...