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Aswad -> RE: eewwww... I so did NOT need to see that!!! (6/1/2007 3:14:30 AM)
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ORIGINAL: petdave
Just wait until Mom decides she wants to hear some of the Scat (musical) recordings of her parent's generation...
More fun... Goatse? Tubgirl? Lemonparty? These may not gross out the CM veterans, but I'm sure she'll eventually start chatting, and eventually someone will post those links (as someone inevitably does in the larger chat rooms), and she'll be clicking them. Of course, warning her will do no good, either, as she'll just want to know what that is, since she's supposed to stay away. That way lies madness.
As for scat...
I'd actually heard of the fetish term before I'd heard of the musical term.
Imagine my surprise when, visiting my granduncle (a bit of a local celebrity musician, and one of the honchos in our less-litigatious (sp?) equivalent of the RIAA), I find in his music collection a CD by Scatman John... now, of course, I've heard that CD, so that wasn't the rub... but I asked him, since I was in my teens and he was like (to my mind at the time) "way old", why he had that CD in his collection.
"Because I love to do scat myself", he replied.
Which, in the musical sense, he does. However, at the time, I had no idea that it was a musical term, and could not conceive that it might be, so as far as I was concerned, my sixty-something years old granduncle had just told me, plainly, that he was into the fetish. The thought crossed my mind (desperately looking for another conclusion, I guess) that he might have meant it as a joke about going to the bathroom in general, but that seemed unlikely. I'm very glad I found out (albeit years later) what the other meaning of the word is. The fetish is not something I can, or want to, picture him doing.
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(insert animated .gif of "Scrubbing Bubbles" spinning around on a man's brain, with the caption "work faster you little bastards!")
There's this nice picture on the internet where there's a stick-figure guy, in the tradition of white-on-blue stick-figure signs, sitting by a computer, stabbing his eyes out, with a little text next to it that warns you not to click on links, with the reason given being that what has been seen cannot be unseen, however much you'd like to.
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