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Spouse is an engineer and I’m here to say steam DOES get hot, but it is quite possible to make a steam-powered vibrator that doesn’t. Think of a steam locomotive, where the boiler is kept hot but the wheels, which are powered by the boiler, do not.
So you have a boiler by the bed and then TUBES and LINKAGES, GEARS, COPPER, all the good stuff. Hell, the steam might even be used to generate electro-magnetism! So it weighs 30kg (about 65lbs). It’s awesome! Beautiful! Scientific! LOUD.
CHUNKA-CHUNKA-CHUNKA
Summon the coal-shovelers to power up the fuckinator
Summon the coal-shovelers to power up the fuckinator
The most common Victorian era steam powered vibe was called “The Manipulator” and it was a weighty beast. This is the most common photo of it.
Behold. The Fuckinator.
Work for a sex toy company. Can confirm. The history of things-that-have-been-stuck-in-snatches is fascinating and horrifying.
Interestingly, the electric vibrator (invented in the 1880s) is credited as the fifth household electric appliance, after the teakettle, sewing machine, fan, and toaster.
We were driving to a restaurant and wanted to see how long the wait was. My dad handed me the phone book and asked me to look up the number. I, for whatever reason, thought he said “get rid of this”. So I opened the window and chucked the phone book while we were going 70 MPH down the highway.
great
I stuck my hand in a bowl of soup simply because I hadn’t before.
same
When I was maybe 10-12, I threw one of my dad’s golf clubs that had no head on it like a spear down the hallway after telling my brother it would be cool.
absolutely
One time I was eating a lemon poppyseed muffin. The phone rang, so I reacted by shoving the entire muffin my mouth and eating it as fast as I could, nearly choking to death, and I didn’t even make it to the phone before it stopped ringing.
huge mood
Gave my sister a piggyback when she was giving my other sister a piggyback at the same time
thank you for your service
When I was at my grandparents’ house over Christmas, my Pop-pop mistakenly put a glass plate of sausage patties on one of the stovetop burners. This went unnoticed for several minutes until his wife walked in, turned off the burner, and scolded him for putting the plate there.
He responded by trying to move it with his bare hand and immediately pulled his hand back because HOT.
I’m gonna let you guess what my dumb ass did literally a second later as I listened to my Pop-pop being told off for being dumb enough to burn his hand.
I picked the fucking plate up and burned the crap out of my fingers.
Holy shit I just witnessed Colin murder the entire movie industry.
I just saw a new episode of Who’s Line is it Anyway? in which other cast members made a transphobic joke where the punchline was “that woman has a penis.” Colin, who has a trans daughter, stood there and just repeatedly said “Really?” Until they apologized and redid their joke. Very small thing, but I appreciate the man.
Colin is sunshine.
And to think, I didn’t believe Colin Mochrie could earn more respect from me.
You have to understand. Improv comedy has rules you follow. And rule number one, the Golden Rule: NEVER CONTRADICT. You never take what someone suggests and say “no, not that, this instead!” You never reply to a joke with “No, I don’t want to do that!” You roll with it. You ALWAYS roll with it. The ridiculousness added on top of ridiculousness peaks into a primo superdense ball of hilarity incarnate.
And his reply to something offensive was “Nope. Stop the bit. Nope. Nope. Nope. You fucked up.”
I’ll bet you money Wayne Brady would do the same if a white person on the show dropped an N-Bomb, and people would be understanding. Colin stood up for an oft-maligned group, whose members include one very personal to him, and completely ground that show to a grinding halt by saying “No. That’s not fucking funny.” and ruined the joke. This is a man who builds his entire career off of making jokes, and he /ruined another’s/.
I’m sorry, Colin isn’t just a god amongst improv comics. He’s not just funny as all get-out and witty as hell. He’s a stone-cold badass, and he deserves recognition.
Props, Mr. Mochrie. You, sir, are deserving of respect.
I’ve worked with him (just briefly) and can confirm: he is just as excellent in real life as he seems here.
Okay, but the real question here is if we’re debating sock hop politics, who is the Betty and who is the Veronica? I say Alex is Veronica and Bobby is Betty, for what it’s worth.
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