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Those who have followed my blog for a while might remember that my birthday is THE ENTIRE MONTH OF MAY. Because being a thoroughly selfish sack of weasel takes a lot longer than a single day. In preparation, I have spent tonight tidying up my personal spaces ahead of tomorrow (the First of Weasel Birthmonth). I totally lost track of the time.

So, in glancing reference to yesterday’s item, allow me to link to a post I originally made allll the way back in 2007 about penis bones and my mother’s baculum collection. Wherein I call on my moderately extensive vocabulary of penis synonyms.

Won’t you join me?


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: April 30, 2019, 10:22 pm

That 2007 post generated a lot of quotable “schlong stuff!”…(Thanks, Mama Weasel!) and 106 comments!

Comment from Mitchell
Time: April 30, 2019, 10:43 pm

Peter Picker pricked a peck of pickled peckers

Comment from Armybrat
Time: April 30, 2019, 11:56 pm

I have been to the Penis Museum in Reykjavik and the Museum Erotica in Copenhagen ….the later recommended by my mother. This might be why I should be in therapy. I’m not….but…..

Comment from Pupster
Time: May 1, 2019, 12:31 am

Seems like yesterday.

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: May 1, 2019, 7:58 am

Happy May Day!
Today is the day that might be the last day of snow in the front yard. Down to a little tiny patch slowly turning into a wet spot. Still cold, but there is hope. Still overcast, but it can’t rain forever.

And this year might be the year we go stump free. Only about thirty or so more to dig up. I just need that 72 inch pencil point digging bar from Lowe’s to speed things up.

Then I can get some masonry tools and start digging up, and breaking up, the big rocks that were left here by the glaciers from the last ice age. I’ve got plans. Plans are important. These things must be properly planned out and strategerized.

What else can you do at 4 a.m. in the dark and cold? Plan!

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: May 1, 2019, 11:11 am

July 31st, 2007. A Blue Ribbon Day.
Re: Corn Bread. My son sent me a cell-phone photo recently of his youngest daughter (age 6) pouring corn bread batter into the hot cast iron skillet waiting the oven rack. They were beaming with pride.
Happy Birthday Month, Stoaty. I wonder what Uncle Badger has planned for this year.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 1, 2019, 3:21 pm

Happy Birthday month Sweasy!

I hope you’re more direct about telling Uncle B what you’d like instead of the way MrsD throws out “that’s nice” comments which I’m supposed to understand translate to “I would like to get one of those for my birthday”.

May is also MrsD’s birthday month, but she restricts it to a mere day, which often coincides, to my detriment, with Mother’s day.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 1, 2019, 3:41 pm

Oh, any chance you and Uncle B were out like a bunch of loonies Morris Dancing at sunrise this morning?


Perhaps using mammalian tallywackers instead of the traditional sticks?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 1, 2019, 6:41 pm

You wouldn’t catch either of us Morris dancing unless somebody set fire to our jingle bells.

We give each other lists. Usually, we try not to include links to the exact object of desire, as that seems a little…bloodless. We both have such specialized interests, we’d blunder around helplessly without guidance.

Comment from Jon
Time: May 1, 2019, 6:56 pm

There’s something simultaneously charming and creepy about the raccoon penis bone legends.
It’s just asking for a zombie raccoon movie, isn’t it?

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: May 2, 2019, 12:40 am

I am both fascinated and simultaneously somewhat appalled at Morris Dancing.

then again, I was a Union Army Re-enactor in Texas, so perhaps I’m not one to judge people’s historical hobbies.

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