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Dear
Flaxen Saxon,
I have
recently married and am desperate to conceive. My husband and I saw our doctor
recently in the hope he could help. However, Dr Ipod Mugumbo (it is he, and
none other), did not inspire confidence as he danced about in his native
headdress and waved a shrunken head on a stick, over my barren, infecund, body.
Can you proffer guidance and insightful penetration into my dark, dank and
fetid nether regions?
Flaxen
dispensing……
May I
ask a delicate question? Is your husband fully endowed with the power of penal turgidity?
Tis a common problem with the modern man (Mr Floppy). Obviously if he is
depositing seed outside the cavern of fruitfulness, due to mechanical/pneumatic
issues, then your inability to bear fruit is understandable. That being the
case, I suggest you avail yourself of Dr Mugumbo’s stick and ram it gently down
your husband’s flaccid member. Feel free to pound the stick all the way to the hilt,
with a mallet. Don’t forget to rotate. Thusly prepared your husband should be
able to perform his duties without losing rigor. To ensure conception the mouth of the shrunken head should be left agape. It is recommended that your
husband visits the emergency department after each attempt in order to remove
splinters.
After consummation,
I suggest you stand on your head, open your legs, flex your pelvic floor
muscles and blow bubbles. This will in no way enhance the possibility of
fertilisation but at least will inject a moment of comic relief into a difficult
and fraught performance.
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May I just say that is fantastic advice, I so wish I had , had you to turn to during my barren years.
ReplyDeleteHad I had this advice then I would have felt far less depressed and desperate in my time of worthlessness.
P.S you do make me chuckle Flaxon :D