First there was anal bleaching

and then came anal tattoos. What next?

Well, obviously, edible anuses, what else.

There's an English arsetist, Magnus Irvin, who has created, amongst other things, edible anuses.



They have a white chocolate variety with it's lips temptingly parted called single Bisous, which is French for kisses, yum yum.

If this is not exactly to your taste, you can go super classy with a solid sterling silver anus.



http://www.edibleanus.com/prestashop/row/gb/


But wait, there's more ...

Does having a plastic surgeon take pictures of your cock count?

Zero Point wrote:Does having a plastic surgeon take pictures of your cock count?

Only if the camera was in his mouth!

*shit* I nearly edited your post. I'm not used to having such power.

Your Mom wrote:

Zero Point wrote:Does having a plastic surgeon take pictures of your cock count?

Only if the camera was in his mouth!

*shit* I nearly edited your post. I'm not used to having such power.

Just don't delete all your members 2-3 times.

Zero Point wrote:

Your Mom wrote:

Zero Point wrote:Does having a plastic surgeon take pictures of your cock count?

Only if the camera was in his mouth!

*shit* I nearly edited your post. I'm not used to having such power.

Just don't delete all your members 2-3 times.

Yeah, here I carefully check before pressing enter, which is a wholly new experience for me.

That is just wrong, Mom; who could find an anus attractive?
Well, maybe your house mate.

Professor Higgins wrote:That is just wrong, Mom; who could find an anus attractive?
Well, maybe your house mate.

I have a suspicion that we're only getting the censored version of his house mate stories.

No, actually you're not. I've been fairly up front about the nauseating shit I've seen and heard. At least he doesn't have a box of latex gloves in the bathroom that mysteriously disappear whenever he has friends over like the last fruit I shared a place with in the South of Brazil.

Seriously, there are more fruits in Brazil than in Carmen Miranda's hat.

Your Mom wrote:No, actually you're not. I've been fairly up front about the nauseating shit I've seen and heard. At least he doesn't have a box of latex gloves in the bathroom that mysteriously disappear whenever he has friends over like the last fruit I shared a place with in the South of Brazil.

Seriously, there are more fruits in Brazil than in Carmen Miranda's hat.

Well ok then.

Im not a flamer either, but its not for lack of effort.