Showing posts with label rubber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rubber. Show all posts

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What Warenar could not appreciate
was the success of Bitmap / Ponro No. 7.
Henk started a cycle called:
'A seed bank in the gene pool'

Number 1: boy – girl
Last night a rubber saved a life
I put one on
over my hard on
Although a hymen had been broken
No new life had been woken

Number 2: boy – boy
Last night praecox saved a life
The boy had cum before
His friend wanted much more
Now before he penetrates
They are prevented getting AIDS

Number 3: girl – girl
Last night a dental dam saved a life
All that licking
Who knows what's sticking
Even my dildo from no on
Get's a rubber jacket on

page 73



"I quite adjusted my idea of anthropological fieldwork.
To bother the last so-called savages in harsh conditions
with cameras and cassette recorders. Chagnon even used
punched cards. To pass oneself off as the white shaman,
whether you wanted to or not, you were forced into that
role. Exciting stories, but also rather repulsive.
No, research on the Picts, a no longer existent people,
of which at best some traces were found in Scotland.
Archaeological anthropology, is there such a sub field?"



They teased Lili with the fact that she was a veggie,
but she could not easily be provoked. "Do you use
the pill or not?" "No, I'm from Oss and know very
well where pills are made of by Organon. You can see
containers with organs rolling from one factory to
another. And don't start about condoms, for which
brute incision and exploitation of poor third world
rubber trees is necessary, as someone once brought up,
because that is silly. Why would you actually still
use the pill if you demanded him in principle to use
a condom, to protect you from all kinds of viruses?"
Paul tried to change the subject of the conversation,
but Henk couldn't resist saying: "He's going to be a father."