He's Back, with.. Shagnasty's February 2001 Penis Owner Club
Issue Eleven (11)	Release Date: 1st February 2001		© PenisOwner.com 1996-2001
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A note from your Editor, Shagnasty:

Greetings once again my brothers and only friends, yes I'm back, well and fit again. What can I say, its been an interesting month. Christmas came and went and I nearly did the same. After popping in for a quick "massage" with my friend Minni Mozzola from Maida Vale the unthinkable happened. Attacked out of the shadows with a bloody machine gun. Oh well!
Anyway, the attacker is exposed in this months edition of the POC and I give a quick report on my time in the hospital.
I hope that you all had a good holiday, and have got the New Year off to a good start, yes, oh good. Right people, on with the POC, and remember - enjoy.

Your regular contributors, as always are: -

Shagnasty	Demonic Dave	Tangent Man
info	info	info

They await you!

Enjoy!

The Perpetrator of the foul deed is identified.
I couldn't believe it myself, but it's true. My world is shattered as the man who attempted to take my life is exposed!

Shagnasty's Rant: We return to an old favourite, British Newspapers, & the scum that they are!

Shagnasty's Two-Word Revue: Tom Jones in concert is given the full two words this month.

Penis Stuff from around the world: In Taiwan this month, these guys use their penises to pull the biggest of birds.

Demonic's Religious Comment: Cults are wonderful things aren't they? Not found the right one for you, well create your own then.

Tangent Man: A question answered about shoes. Tangent style!

Shagnasty's Hospital Report: I was given the full treatment. Now you get the same.

Penis File: A Christmas celebrity file this month. Better late then never eh.

Shagnasty appeals to the US: Trains this month. Seems a simple one eh.

Shagnasty's Agony Aunt Service: A sample of my services to women everywhere.

Sponsors: Another name for advertisements people, well you can't blame me for trying can you?

This Space for rent!: Want to submit a section, then write in why don't ya?

Readers Feedback: Your comments in print.

Monthly thought: -

Duck when you hear gunfire!

~~The Assassin is Exposed!~~
May God have mercy on us all

I have to report grave and terrible news indeed. Ever since the Police informed me that they had made an arrest and told me the name of the man they had incarcerated I have been trying to convince myself that it can't be so...
The evidence was overwhelming but still I tried to tell myself that it wasn't so...
Can it really be true, is the great man to whom I look for inspiration, my spirit, my moral measure against all life, really the man who tried on that fateful morning to extinguish the life that loved him so dearly.
I am forced to accept the answer is yes. Confused and frightened by my undying hero worship, and my perfectly reasonable nightly stalking of his home, his mind cracked and he set forth in the morning dew to commit that foulest of deeds. Yes people, I, Shagnasty, was shot by Rolf Harris!

We see him here (pictured right, didgery-do and wobble board in hand) at the moment of his arrest at London's Heathrow airport attempting to flee the UK to his native Australia. The surprised expression on his face suggesting that he really did believe that he had made good his escape, a few steps to freedom were all that remained for him to take.

So, how was he finally identified as the responsible party?

The police listed several factors that lead to their identifying Rolf as their man. The weapon used being favoured by the Australian and Canadian armies was one indicator that they were looking for a "colonial type". The shoes worn by the suspect were identified as being desert walking boots and, as Canada has no desert, an Australian was now prime suspect, as they are often worn during "walk-a-bout", that age old Auzzie habit of nipping out for a loaf of bread and not returning for over a year!

The single shoe print, "being of neither left nor right foot" left Police puzzled for some time until the link was made by detectives overhearing a cleaning lady at New Scotland Yard humming "diddle-diddle-diddle-um" whilst going about her duties. It all fell into place, "Jake the Peg (diddle-iddle-iddle-um) with his extra leg (diddle-iddle-iddle-um)" was their man. Once this connection had been made the other evidence merely served to confirm the terrible truth. The heavy breathing, Rolf's trademark musical style, the sound of thunder, his wobble board wobbling whilst he made his getaway. The fog horn was explained as Rolf blowing on his didgery-do like a triumphant lion standing over its now lifeless prey.

Police state that a man-hunt was launched resulting in the arrest pictured above. In Rolf's possession at the time of his arrest were copies of The POC and this eerie photo (Right) of the moment he hatched his heinous plan.

Although I suffered at his hand I cannot bring myself to see the great man put on trial, he has provided nearly three generations of Brits with entertainment, and I can't be responsible for depriving more children and adults alike the joy that I have experienced as one of his devoted followers.

I will therefore be pressing no charges.

Go in peace Rolf. You remain to me HRH - His Rolf Harris!

Am I right to forgive: - Yes / No

Shagnasty's Righteous Rant

Sorry people but it's got to be done. "Bloody British Newspapers (again!)"

It's well known that I'm not a fan of British newspapers; indeed it's their use of the word "news" that generally bothers me. The bulk of what they report can't be described as news, not really. They spend the majority of their time hunting out salacious stories that aren't in any way in the public interest and those that are find themselves greatly exaggerated. "Freddy Star Ate My Hampster" or "David Beckham Gets A Haircut" being two staggering examples. One is total bollocks and the other uninteresting to the point of spectacular.

This particular rant however concentrates on the way in which they prioritise the news stories that they do run. You will no doubt be aware that the UK and the US share a common story at the moment with the sale of the Internet babies. This is a story that is of importance and it's very much in the public's interest to know that this is going on. I don't sit on either side by the way; I don't have enough facts to make a judgement as to what's best for the babies. Why don't I? It's because my main source of information is from British newspapers which are now concentrating on the fact that they believe the prospective UK mother is a witch!! (I know she's Welsh but a witch, hey come on now)

The sensationalist way in which they have reported on this story beggars belief portraying the adopting parents as a pair of hobgoblins who have crept out of the earth during black mass. What bothers me more is that on the same day that we ran the headline "mother is a witch!", buried on page 11 is a story covering the final report from the government-appointed ecologists stating that there will be a 6 degree increase in the world climate temperature over the next 20 years, my life time!

Should it not be the case therefore that instead of chanting on about witches and chain-smoking mothers the headline "World's going to die" might have been a tad more appropriate.

Rant Update: - Rip Off Britain

Leading UK supermarket "Tescos" bought stocks of Levis jeans from Mexico as Levis wouldn't sell them to them, now Levis are taking Tescos to court to try and stop them selling their Jeans cheaper than their own designer stores do in the UK. Their case states that Tescos staff are not sufficiently trained to sell jeans to their customers.......

[The writer of this article was unable to continue as a result of his pissing himself in uncontrollable laughter, I mean come on... "No Sir, the zipper goes towards the front". Just how involved do they believe selling jeans actually is? - Quite simply - Screw You Levis, go find some other nation to cream.

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Muse Blast
03.01.2001
The stars twinkle up above, I twinkle down below.
They do their job, I do mine.

Shagnasty's Two-Word Review

Tom Jones in concert

"He's Welsh"

Well what can I say? Tangent Man had bought me tickets to see the great man live. The night came and we set off. Demonic was there too but as he stated that he intended to stand at the front of the audience with his back to the stage brandishing a huge net to catch as many knickers as he could, we elected to sit apart. The lights burnt on to the stage and Tom entered, I nearly swooned, despite the fact that he's Welsh.

The opening number being fast and soulful his skin tight pants and skin tight hips commenced making love to thin air with an eagerness I would be hard pressed to match if I were in the showers with the over 16's Sussex ladies hockey team, again! The man put me to shame, despite the fact that he's Welsh.

Mercifully and eventually the intermission came and my beating heart made the most of its brief reprieve. There I stood in the foyer enjoying a Marlboro, repeating over and over, "but he's Welsh".

All too soon the sound of music crept to my smoking spot and the smooth tones of Tom and "The Green Green Grass of Home" oozed over the audience lulling them into a wholly unprepared state as "what's new pussy cat" was used like a funky club against funky seal clubs, we were knocked physically backwards with the energy, even though he's Welsh.

Just as I thought that it would never end the mighty Tom declared good night to all and left stage right. There I stood with thousands of others begging at the top of our voices for a Welsh man to come back into the room! Then, just as our cries were starting to appear forlorn, Tom re-entered, and I was glad, even though he's Welsh.

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Dream Blast
08.01.2001
Last night I dreamt that I was having sex with Posh Spice in front of a hotel window whilst crowds looked on...
What the hell is that about, I don't even particularly like the girl!

International Penises

A bird-pulling experience for the men from Taiwan.

Taiwanese men hope to enter the Guinness record book by hauling a 747 with their penises.

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By Jack Boulware

Jan. 12, 2001
A Boeing 747-400 wide-bodied passenger jet tips the scales at 875,000 pounds maximum takeoff weight. In two months, such a jumbo jet will be sitting on the tarmac of an airport in Los Angeles. Attached to the plane will be a specially constructed harness, split into 20 separate lines. Attached to each of these lines will be the penises of a group of men from Taiwan. The team's goal: to set a Guinness world record by pulling the 400-seat plane with their peckers.

That should be no problem, according to their coach, Tu Chin-sheng. Last October, three of his students used their human tow hooks to successfully tug a truck loaded with 100 men through a central square in Taipei (no doubt to an enthusiastic if not surprised crowd of supporters).

For 20 years, 46-year-old Tu has been teaching a bizarre Chinese martial art in Taipei called Chiu Chiu Shen Gong (Nine Nine Magic Art). But while most refer to his life's field of study as mere "penis hanging," he believes it's much, much more. Those who enroll in his class discover that hanging 300-kilogram iron blocks from one's "trouser snake" can enhance virility as well as general health, he says.
The medical community, of course, views this pastime as being dangerous. The penis might break, cry doctors. But come on, doc -- we're pulling a frigging plane!

While virility and strength are important, Tu also loves the limelight. He told the AAP news agency that the team of strong penises has been expressly invited by the Guinness Book of Records museum to fly to America in March and strut its stuff.
"We will send about 20 men, their ages ranging from 25 to 77, to pull the 400-seat 747," Tu announced with confidence. "We hope to set a world record."

In the remaining two months of training, the team would do well to work its way up to the 747-400's behemoth load. The older Boeing 747-200 and 300 series, for example, weigh in at only 833,000 pounds.

SN - I've pulled some big birds with the old one eyed lodger in my time, but even I cant compete with these guys.

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Info Blast
"What was Shagnasty doing at 11:46 on 17th January 2001"
Smiling like a bleeding fool when the UK government finally voted to ban fox hunting, oh what will the red suited pompous twats do on Sunday afternoons now I ask. Take up knitting perhaps?

Demonic Dave's Religious Comment.

"There is nothing so wonderful as a nice nutty cult."
If however you cant find one to suit you then why not create your own. Simple instructions are listed below to aid you on your way to fulfilment & before you know it you will be living in a luxury villa, with beautiful women and your own Lear Jet in the garage.
Follow my simple maniacs guide.

Demonic operates outside of the control of the POC, he alone is responsible for his comments.

Become a Preacher
Grow a beard (important!). Dream up an idiotic story about the end of the world. Now add the classic rider that only believers will be saved. God told you this. People will believe you trust me.
Blind 'em with science.
Invent some pseudo-scientific mumbo-jumbo, which backs up your absurd claims. (Hey it worked for the scientologists.)
Use Gobbledygook.
A cliché-ridden language can exert huge psychological force and reduce doubts or issues to a set of slogans that make it all sound simple.
Keep 'em keen.
Don't let them think. Isolate them psychologically and geographically. Their identities will change.
Father Superior.
Systematically belittle your acolytes. Make them suffer. Fasting, chanting, and limited sleep can be used. Now they are weak, doubtful and venerable - you are their only source of salvation.
Confession and purity.
Enforce conformity through guilt and shame evoked by self-criticism in small groups. If you threaten to expel members they'll grovel to stay.
The Mission.
You want that jet, so explain why you need large amounts of cash. The more a member donates, the greater their chance of salvation.
The Cash Con.
Anyone who has not seen the light and still lives in the realm of evil can be deceived for a higher purpose. So members who collect money for you can deny affiliation to your cult to non-believers.
Sex.
When bored of sitting in one of your villas turn to sex. Concoct some tale about polygamy and copulation being good for the soul and get cracking! Anyone who doesn't want to shag must be aspiritual and should be caste out as such.

Tangent Man
"Oh, wise all-knowing Tangent Man! Tell me.: Why can I only take very small steps, when I have bought a pair of shoes?" Truly, your question touches upon the deepest mysteries of the nature of the physical universe, the answer... "Shoe Science my friend, shoe science."
The process of shoe generation, like many events in physics, has about it a certain symmetry. Just as a passing gamma ray sometimes produces an electron and an anti-electron, the colossal cosmic energies which lead to shoe creation precipitate the formation of both a shoe and an anti-shoe. This fact explains why shoes nearly always occur in pairs, and why the two shoes in a pair are mirror images of each other. Most pairs of shoes, once produced, quickly come together and annihilate in a burst of radiation. Indeed, in the early universe, shoes rarely if ever existed for more than a fraction of a second (which is why artists typically portray Adam and Eve as going barefoot).
However, as the great physicist George Reebok suggested in the mid-1970's, shoe production occasionally occurred very near to the event horizon of a black hole. In these cases, one shoe would be sucked into the hole, while the other shoe would be spun out of the vicinity, to be thrown willy-nilly across the voids of space. These unmatched "cosmic shoes" sometimes enter the planet's atmosphere and fall to earth, where they are often seen on the sides of motorways. Although shoes have stabilized somewhat due to the cooling of the universe, there is still a strong attractive force between a shoe and its anti-shoe. This force is mediated by a spin-1 particle known as a futon (an English corruption of the original German "fuSSon"). Futon exchange is readily observed among the bins of shoes found at Asda, which contain the raw by-products of high-energy boot collisions. The force impeding your steps is due to the exchange of futons between the shoe and its anti-shoe. The exchange usually manifests itself as a stream of white plastic-like particles. The solution to your problem is to increase the potential energy between the shoes by pulling them apart; this will reduce the attraction and make walking easier. Since you must add a complete quantum of energy before the futon exchange slackens, do not be surprised if the shoes resist strongly, then "snap apart" all at once. The manufacturers of more expensive shoes usually provide the necessary increase in potential energy before shipping. However, the Tangent has it on good authority that a few discount shoe manufacturers are instead breaking the shoe/anti-shoe symmetry by a dastardly and highly secretive method. When a pair of socks is raised to high energies (e.g. by being heated and tossed in the dryer), it is fairly easy to destroy one of the socks entirely; the energy released by breaking the sock-symmetry is enough to separate several shoe pairs. Hence, certain companies are quietly destroying socks in the world's dryers in order to support their shoe separation facilities. The result is a lot of missing socks and terrible consternation among sock owners, all for a few pence reduction in the price of shoes. The Tangent is frankly disgusted. I hope that our explanation has clarified your problem. You owe the Tangent a pair of Doc Martens - size 10D, please.
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Shagnasty's
"Hospital Report"
I learnt a valuable lesson whilst in, as usual I share...

As you are all aware I was hospitalised for the best part of January following the attempt on my life on Boxing Day. The emergency services of the great city of London sprang into action and I was rushed into The Royal Chelsea Hospital where, after checking that my penis wasnt bigger than his, the eminent brain surgeon Dr Alfonso began his work. He operated for 19 hours before declaring my condition to be "funky, but stable", for the first time some might say!

I would take this opportunity to thank the multitude that amassed outside of the hospital and burnt candles for 15 days and nights awaiting my return to good health. Likewise the thousands of cards and presents I received provided me with much needed cheer, I'd like to particularly thank the person who thought to send me copies of Swank and Rubber & Barbed Wire Monthly!

There was however a dark element to my time in hospital, the visiting politicians. It would appear to be the case that in the event of a national tragedy, disaster, plane crash etc they creep out of the woodwork and into the wards with camera crews and reporters falling out of every pocket. You cease to be a patient and become a photo opportunity. As a result therefore I suggest that you adopt my policy and just like the UK's organ donor system you..."Carry The Card".
Yes people, don't let yourself fall to these vultures, let your relatives know your wishes. Just print these cards out and after signing laminate together and keep in your wallet at all times. Just as I now do.

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Shagnasty's Penis File/Picture Of The Month

Oh come on, it was Christmas last month wasn't it. The very least that I could do was provide a Santa related Penis Picture after all.
Where Playboy and Mayfair failed we succeeded and present the celebrity they were all after!

"Santa Poses"
Warning! Whilst the files and images in this section are intended for amusement and cannot really be described as pornography, some contain, lets face it, a penis. If you think that you might be offended, “don’t look Ethel”. It’s that simple.

Previous months penis files are here.

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Another example where the UK fails to get the simple things right despite your ability to do so.

On behalf of the UK, Shagnasty appeals to the citizens of the US.

Trains

I have had cause to use the train in the US before. Generally regarded as the cheaper alternative to flying or the preserve of those who don't want to trust their being to the large silver bird in the sky, it's by no means an exciting way to travel. During my experience there were no gunmen running along the roof in pursuit of baddies or persons enjoying the protection of any witness relocation program hiding in the caboose. My US train however did get me to where I wanted to go, it arrived on time and what's more I was still alive at the other end.
Hosanna! Somebody get me a palm leaf for I'm gonna sing.

So why am I so excited? You would think, would you not, that those would be the very basic achievements of any train? Not so in the UK, for these days I am unable to go to sleep without waking up to discover that a train somewhere in the nation has slammed into another one, derailed, caught fire or if it hasn't actually caused the death and maiming of several of its passengers it's taken nine hours to travel a staggering 300 miles! In short the train service in the UK has always been crap, but has somehow managed to get even worse!

We're not talking about long distances here either, our trains generally only do short hops by America's standard, but our train drivers seem to be unable to stop when approaching a red signal, something that I am expected to do in my car, and they insist on the installation of a system to stop the train for them, on the occasions they can't be bothered it would appear. The next time I mow some old lady down at a crossing I will try "well if my car had stopped for me it wouldn't have happened would it" as a defence and see how far I get.

Trains are overcrowded to the point that obtaining a seat is considered a luxury and by all measures the conditions in which humans are now transported would be illegal if it were pigs or cows in the back. There are laws that govern the amount of space and general comfort that a pig can expect apparently!

It was said of Stalin "that he made the trains run on time, for if they didn't someone got shot". Whilst I don't normally condone the use of capital punishment as a management tool, some of the comfortable pigs running our railroad could do with some degree of incentive. For at the moment all they get is Golden six figure handshake to make them go away, thereby making room for the next inept fool to take over.

Want to make your own appeal, do it here.
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Shagnasty's Agony Aunt Services
We have all seen the Agony Aunt sections in women's magazines, they bleat on about their partners or perhaps their hair or the size of their arse. Some sad old lady who spends far too much time in her own anal world then pours out advice like gravy for her grandchildren's dinner. Whilst I don't really have a problem with people wishing to seek advice in this way I am concerned that the advice that they are given doesn't often reflect the whole truth. Aunties everywhere take note, I Shagnasty receive many such letters and answer them all truthfully and without bias. I offer a few examples below (the names have been changed to protect the ladies concerned). You will note that some of the boxes are coloured pink, this is to make it easier for the ladies to read and clearly demonstrates my deep knowledge of the female mind.
Dear Shagnasty My husband goes out every Friday night drinking with his friends and doesn't come home until very late; he is also nearly always drunk. What can I do? Yours Mrs Wilson ============== Dear Mrs Wilson This aspect of your husband's behaviour is perfectly normal, he does it because he loves you so much, it should be actively encouraged. It is a little known secret that most men actually gather on Friday nights to tell each other how wonderful their partners are. They force themselves to have this time away from you so as they may fully appreciate you upon their return. If he returns home drunk this will be because the pain of being parted from you was so great that he turned to drink. I suggest that you cook him a nice meal and buy him an expensive present.	Dear Shag (Can I call you Shag?) My husband demands oral sex nightly, is this normal? Yours Mrs Maxy ============= Dearest Mrs Maxy, yes you can call me Shag. It might surprise you to know that oral sex is in fact very painful for a man and your husband is making a great sacrifice in allowing you to perform this on him so often. I would also advise you that semen is not only great tasting it contains only a few calories this is in fact your man's way of making sure that you receive sufficient sustenance without gaining weight, it also contains excellent moisturising properties, so if he chooses to aim it in your face this is more evidence of his consideration towards you. Your husband obviously loves you a great deal, I suggest that you cook him a nice meal and quietly continue to allow him to suffer orally when he chooses. Don't mention this aspect of his behaviour to your girlfriends, they will only be jealous.
Dearest Mr Nasty My husband says that he wants a three-in-a-bed romp with my Sister; I don't want to do this but don't know how to tell him. From Mrs Kirk =========== My dear Mrs Kirk It is clear to me that your husband loves you a great deal. So much in fact that he wants more of you and is suggesting the next best thing, your sister. I suggest that you allow him to honour you in this way and if your mother is still attractive get her involved too. If they will not agree then he may settle for nude photos of them instead, arrange this if you can. It might also be a good idea to cook him a nice meal and buy him an expensive present in return for his obvious devotion to you.	Dear Shagnasty I have been married to the same man for nearly 15 years and have never had an orgasm. Is there something wrong with him? From Mrs Levey ============ Dear Mrs Levey There is no such thing as the female orgasm, this is a myth propagated by man-hating feminist lesbians. Normal and fulfilling sex is where the man comes within a few minutes and immediately rolls over and goes to sleep. Farting afterwards should be interpreted as still more evidence of his overwhelming love for you. You should really cook him a nice meal and buy him an expensive present.
Dear Shagnasty My husband wants to film us both having sex, I'm not happy with this idea, as he has recently purchased hundreds of blank tapes and video reproduction equipment. Yours Mrs Prentigast ================ Dear Mrs Prentigast This is simply because your husband wants to enjoy you when you are not there for him, it's a sign of his considerable love for you. As far as the blank tapes are concerned I would think that your husband merely wants to help with the family budget by offering them for sale at boot fairs. I think that as your husband is obviously a very considerate man you should do your part by agreeing to his suggestions, you might want to help further by filming yourself in the shower whilst he's away at work. You are a lucky woman; show your appreciation by cooking him a nice meal and buying him an expensive present.	Dear Shagnasty My man has suggested that I get a boob job, I'm upset that he doesn't find me attractive as I am. Yours Mrs Harvey ============== Dear Mrs Harvey You are mistaken, your man obviously thinks that your breasts are magnificent and therefore wants to enjoy more of them. You should immediately agree to his suggestion and further may want to consider paying for the operation yourself as your man has paid you such a great compliment. Ensure that you let him appreciate your new breasts as much as you can by serving his meals topless, you may want to consider also wearing roller blades to further enhance his enjoyment of the woman he obviously loves so dearly. Oh yeah, buy him an expensive present too.
Dear Shagnasty My husband only has a small Penis and doesn't satisfy me. He hasn't said anything, shall I? From Mrs Baker ============ Dear Mrs Baker No! I think its highly unlikely that the cause would be your husbands Penis size. It's more likely to be the case that your own genitals are deformed and enlarged making your husbands Penis appear to be smaller than it actually is. Never discuss this subject with your Husband as his own silence clearly demonstrates his consideration for your deformity, similarly do not mention this to any of your girlfriends as they will immediately be alerted to your unfortunate physical state. Your condition is not uncommon and many women take to performing oral sex more regularly as a result. You may also wish to stimulate yourself with extra large sex toys that are available for people with a handicap such as yours. It might also be a good idea to video yourself whilst doing this and sell the tapes at a local boot fair to assist with the family budget, your husband is married to a freak after all and it's the least that you could do. You should cook your husband a nice meal and be thankful that at least one of you is normal.	Dear Shagnasty My husband in uninterested in foreplay? From Mrs Black ============ Dear Mrs Black Foreplay is very hurtful for a man. What it means is that you do not love your man as much as you should - he has to work a lot to get you in the mood. Abandon all wishes in this area and concentrate on making your love-making sessions as efficient for him as possible. You may wish to purchase several crutch-less knickers and wear them always so you will be better prepared to allow your man to demonstrate his great love for you whenever he feels that it is appropriate. Some practice standing at the kitchen sink doing the dishes whilst he loves you might not go amiss either. You are indeed fortunate that your man is happy to show his love for you without the need for any false and unnecessary gestures beforehand, I'd cook him a nice meal and buy an expensive present as a sort of thank you.
Dear Shagnasty My husband doesn't know where my clitoris is From Mrs Lou =========== Dear Mrs Lou Your clitoris is of no concern to your husband. If you must mess with it do it in your own time. To help with the family budget you may wish to video yourself whilst doing this and sell the films at the local car boot sale to ease your selfish guilt. I think an expensive present for him may be appropriate in this case.	Dear Shagnasty My husband still pines for his old girlfriends? I'm afraid he will not be faithful. From Mrs Arnott ============= Dear Mrs Arnott A man's capacity to love is boundless. It has been proven to increase with the number of sexual partners that he has. Thus, by having a few other women your partner is really increasing his love for you. Strangely however the exact reverse is true for the women, this phenomum is yet to be explained. The best thing to do is buy him an expensive present and cook him a nice meal.
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