Sun 1 Jan 2006
Or Use a Cucumber
Posted by anaglyph under Bizarre, Rasputin, Spam Observations
[47] Comments
Ah, Faithful Acowlites! Welcome to 2006. And what more fitting a way to ring in the New Year could I choose than a post about penis size? And not just any penises. We’ve spared no expense and today we’re going to be talking Historical Celebrity Penis Wars.
But I’m getting ahead of myself; let’s start at the beginning. This morning, Nurse Myra, ever on the alert for penis opportunities forwarded me this Important Information from ‘Haltungverbund’:
From: Haltungverbund
Subject: Make your penis visible through your pants.Have y0ur heard of Erotic Museam in St. Petersburg? After t@k1ng our Viril1ty Patch RX, your dick can be exhibited there as the biggest penis ever.
Make your penis visible through your pants. Our Virility Patch RX can make your penis amazingly huge.
There is a number of medical conditions that affect penis size. These are evident at birth and may require medical intervention.
But there is only one way to fight a small penis. And it’s called Virility Patch RX.
Oh, the mirth.
Well, Haltungverbund had one up on me though – I didn’t know there was an Erotic Museam in St Petersbug, so I looked it up! Yep, there it was: ‘The very first Russian Museum of Erotica’ established by the Head Physician of the Prostate Center of The Russian Academy of Sciences, Igor Knyazkin. ((Source: Pravda – “St. Petersburg to host the first Museum of Erotica in Russia”))
“I want Russia to be a civilized country that looks into the future and has a correct vision of erotica,” stated Knyazkin to the Nezavisimaya Gazette.”
Which is, after all, an admirable goal. An uncivilized Russia looking backwards into the past with an incorrect vision of erotica defies imagination.
To this end, the exhibit that Knyazkin has chosen to symbolize this forward-looking civilized erotic Russia is, quite logically, Grigori Rasputin’s preserved penis.
“Having such unique item on display, we can stop envying America that treasures Napoleon Bonaparte’s reproductive organ,” states Knyazkin. “In 1970s, Napoleon’s genitals have been sold to an American urologist at an auction for $4000 USD. Napoleon’s private part however is just a mere pod in comparison to our 30cm long organ.” ((Did anyone else know this international-scale penis-envy was going on? So that’s what the Cuban Missile Crisis was really about. ))
Yeah, take that you Yankee pigdogs with yer petite and undoubtedly gay Froggy penis. ((Dr. Knyazkin has also managed to acquire a gold-plated box containing the genitals of Joan of Arc. If I’d known there was such a trade in the reproductive organs of Historical Personages I’d have paid a lot more attention in history classes (I’ll trade you Genghis Khan’s foreskin for… Anne of Cleves’ nipples and a snuff box full of Rene Descartes’ pubic hair…)))
Yep, that thing that the pretty girl is looking at in the picture, is supposed to be Rasputin’s penis. Here’s a picture on Flickr of another pretty girl looking at it. ((I’m sorry if I’ve infringed anyone’s copyright here, but I hope you’ll agree it’s in everybody’s interest that these photographs are bought to the attention of the world.))
I don’t even want to speculate what these girls might be thinking, but I do wonder if they were there on the same day that Rasputin’s great grandson John Nekmerson visited the St. Petersburg museum. On viewing his ancestor’s pickled part Mr Nekmerson exclaimed, “This is really it, I’ve got the same one!”
He evidently has no need of Haltungverbund’s RX Virility Patch.
Which brings us back to Haltungverbund’s original email and allows us to make a few important observations:
1: If you want to exhibit your dick at the St Petersburg Museum of Erotica, then this surely implies that you need to be separated from it so they can put it in a jar for photographs. Sorry Haltungverbund, I’m not interested in this.
2: The Russians have taken Haltungverbund’s suggestion that “there is only one way to fight a small penis” on board and are countering with their Mad Monk’s Monster Member. Come on Yankees! Are you going to defend your title with the Coquettish Cock of a Cropped Corsican? Surely Lanky Abe Lincoln’s Lengthy Lingam will stand up for you! Or is the Cold War still at work on your nether regions?
3: It’s actually a simple matter to have your penis visible through your pants if that’s really something you desire: just wear cheesecloth pants. This might not count as high fashion, but if visibility is what you seek, and your name is John Nekmerson, none of the girls are going to be looking at the pants.
Happy New Year! S Novim Godom! Bonne Année!
Welcome to 2006!
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If that chick in th top photo is Nurse Myra, then her little info packet has definitly expanded my Weltanschlong!
Dear Nurse Myra,
When fightin a small penis, shoud one use 10-ounce gloves or 8-ounce gloves? Or woud it be okay jus t bareknuckle it? An what weight division is that — flyweight or strawweight?
Reverend,
I think you should reconsider your stance on the whole Haltungverbund St. Petersburg stance. You could have yours tied and dangling and your exhibit could be Tetherd Cock Ahead.
And think of the ladies that would be russian to St. Petersburg just to see it.
Joey: Unfortunately for you, Nurse Myra is not a cartoon character. If she was, she might look something like this.
jedimacfan: OK, that does it: off to barn with the three-legged stool and the milking pail with ya. Say after me “The pun is the cheapest form of humour, except when The Reverend does it and then it’s the jolliest of japes and should be praised.”
I clickd th link, an there she be:
Cartoon Nurse Myra, ostensibly,
Her needl poisd; an, no disputin,
Rite thru my pants, youll see Rasputin.
Went to Russia to a museum
Lost my parts but gained a scar
They’re on display where you can see ’em
My cock and balls in pickled jar
Ack. I can’t believe that I put my mouth on those things.
Chickie: I am somewhat disturbed by the thought that you might have travelled to St Petersburg and meddled with those jars. I am really hoping this is not what you meant.
Oh damn. I haven’t meddled with any jars. But I feel like I need to puke now just thinking about it.
Nice post. What you wrote, I mean.
Well, now that I’ve seen Rasputin’s package I can safely say that it beats every other pickled thing we had in our science labs, and this includes a well-preserved human head.
Happy new year to you too, Rev. A!
Joey, I thought of some more positively pretentious penile poetry:
I’ve loaned my parts for exhibition
I’m sure they’ll make a nice addition
Their size and splendor are umatched
I hope they can be re-attached
Levitra an Cialis can cause 4-hour erection.
If you think thats a record, then I offer this correction:
Rasputins dicks been stiff throughout the century since he died.
Th secrit is a chemical thats calld formaldehyde.
Enough already. Is it money you want? I’ll get money. I’ll sell my grandma’s jewels. Or beat me with the baseball bats and chop off my pinkie finger. Just stop with the poems. Please… p-l-e-a-s-e… For the love of Mike…
(who the hell is Mike anyway? Is he related to Blind Freddy?)
Peepee pooper!
Joey, look over there! ::Points:: Is that the line?
In Russia you can place your parts
Behind glass; Well preserved
Your one-eyed monster on display
Where he can be observed.
Taboo? Museum? Or maybe both
Although it is uncivil
There’s nothing like a pickled pecker
That’s bloated and is shrivled.
Seriously, now. Are women’s parts on display here, too? Because that would give Joey and I something more to work with. Ladies, I think you’re being left out here.
though pickled penis be delicious
(and, above all , quite nutricious)
for me there is no dining finer
than a well preserved vagina
happy new year, to all ye uber-moos
ah jeeez. just when i thought i’d never have to see those pickled penis photos ever again, criminey!
also meant to say ‘happy new year’ to all at the cow. may you live long and prosper without too much pickling and never end up in a jar.
Well, Revrend, at least ya no what t post on January 1, 2007: Th Second Annual Pickld Dick Poetry Contest.
You mean, encourage more of this?
The Horror.
So, the only thing between Russia and another conqueror is a seven inch penis? I’m grabbing my passport right now…
Just stay away from people with secateurs Vox.
For many years, they’ve been displayed
Within a glassy case
St. Petersburg in Russia
Is their final resting place
The penis and the testes
Of Rasputin, the “Mad Monk”
Turned green and have fermented
But at least they haven’t shrunk
CH2O is what’s been used
In the jar in which they’ve floated
The keep Rasputin’s jolly bits
Enlarged and rather bloated
holy dr. weng
this pic is sick iam doing school work grapghic i typed in geek looking at pretty girl and this came up iam apaled its just another way for u 2 get ur kiks
dixie: Thank you for your intriguing comment. May I suggest that you:
A: Learn to read and write properly, and then
B: Try and develop a sense of what we call ‘irony’
I fully appreciate that you’re probably only 13 years old and have little understanding of such things, but that being said, maybe you should also learn that when you’re in the presence of adults it’s often best just to keep yr mouth shut b4 u reveal 2 every1 how naive u r.
Sara Sue thinks a submission from Rasputin woud go ovr big on one o her Whip Out th Wangs Wednsdays. Prsonally, I cant imagine it goin ovr any othr way.
Since we all considr you to be Rasputins representative in th blogassfear, I told her Id mention it to ya.
Fear not. Th Cow will always be th place fer th poemskis!
i want my penis and testicles on display but i live in tenessee
jon: I don’t think the the museum would be fussed if you simply cut ’em off and shipped ’em. Send us a photo and we’ll put it up on The Cow.
holy asscrackers!
HAHAHAHAHA!
How many posts in th blogassfear dya think are still gettin coments moren TWO YEARS aftr they been publishd?
DEFNITELY a classick, Revrend!
We will never let the legend of Rasputin fade!
Amenski!
haha…. I’d forgotten how funny this post was
I wish I still got spam like this. Now it’s all drab, boring, pathetic-sounding whining about ‘Doggy Toilets’ and ‘Heel Tastic Balm’ and ‘Dentist Directories’. A great, bland chorus of mush. What’s one to do with that kind of material?
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww
The contest postponed,
We feel alone;
Yet, thankfully, not quite forsaken.
But, surely you know,
When the contest’s a GO,
Some RAZZIN’ for this you’ll be takin’.
Sigh. I don’t even have the time to reply with witty rhymic repartee.
How does it get any better than that? I can see why the royals liked him.
Wow….what’s this? And how do the men feel without a penis?
How does it feel to be a spuman?