The Quality of Mercy ...
I'm one of those recently branded a "Jantan Sundalese".
For those who are puzzling over the term, bear with me and all will be revealed.
Er, figuratively that is.
I'm not going to do a Ljungberg and flash my boxers on this blog.
At least not yet anyway.
For years I have been an honorary member of a discreet international fraternity that dispenses comfort (lovingly wrapped in packets of varying sizes) to countless needy people worldwide.
We serve all, and in most cases, we serve them more than once.
We may not (all) be big, but we are certainly big-hearted.
We may not be perfect, but we do try harder.
We are the Bastion for the bashed-up-heart,the Refuge for the raped-out-soul,
the Tart-Hugger for the no-one-wants-me-anymore-still-singles,
the loyal Dog for the tong-sampah-in-skirts.
We are, er, ... members of the Ancient Order of the Mercy Shag.
aka Bonkers without Borders,
aka Shaggers sans Frontieres.

For years we have operated within the dark shadows (pubs, clubs and various vehicles) with nary a whisper - saving souls by the sweat of our brows and the pride of our prows;
but this morning we have been found out, rumbled. Out-ed.

By who else but that Intrepid Blog-Goddess of the Blogosphere ... aka Lily the Poo. And you can read it here.
Pic: Bitch-Goddess Lily the Poo with one of her kekarman in attendance.
It's not being out-ed that is distressing actually.
After all, er, members of the Order have been er, exposed or rather caught with their pants down in the past.
Literally.
Like Hugh - frotted to a halt at Sunset Boulevard by Divine;
like George kena kencing while er, hanging around a Beverly Hills public toilet;
and like Boris - swept to notoriety while attending to a needy London waitress in a restaurant's broom closet.
No, no - it's not the out-ing that gets our boxers in a twist.
It's actually the Jantan Sundalese label.
It sounds so Indon pecah rumah.
No, no, we're way classier than that.
And more importantly, we deserve better if only through the sincerity of our continuous efforts throughout the ages.
So dear, dearest Lily of the Poo Bitch-Pitch ... could you then, in future, kindly refer to us as Comfort Men instead?
That's a luv.
Yours truly,
Sir Cipan Nougat-Tenuk, Chevalier
Keeper of Records,
Shaggers sans Frontieres
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Item of interest - Pic 1: Reusable condoms being hung to dry. These are usually customised for fit and extra features. I had thought the art (craft?) had died out ever since condoms are mass-produced.
23 comments:
request for some of yoru comforting presence, please.
and rasputin's schlong has definitely turned me off sex forever.
buruk nak mampus.
buruk, tapi kekar siut. Is it a coincidence that we sang Rasputin last weekend? Mmmm.
buruk, tapi kekar siut. Is it a coincidence that we sang Rasputin last weekend? Mmmm.
ra ra rasputin, bla bla russian sex machine
is that a dick or a tree trunk?
and who's boris?
boris yeltsin. but i think he meant boris pecker.
babe,
Name da time, place and poison.
Aiyah, dat schlong has been embalmed for so long - and it was, er, taken well after he drowned.
Obviously he wouldn't give it up easily if he could still kick.
leen,
Yeah ... I've been keeping dat pic for you long time but you never once said you sang dat song.
lils,
Dats a Russian love-machine - oh God, now I won't be able to get dat song outta my head for hours.
Bonkin' Boris the tennis player. Just google "boris becker, broom closet".
Seriously.
babe,
Boris Yeltsin plays with vodka bottles.
Boris Becker shoots vodka out of his bottle.
Er, sumthin liddat la ...
all this while i thought his name was boris pecker.
tsk ..
babe,
Perfectly understandable - wot with him always (caught) bonking and you in constant beragan.
:D
BTW checkout the first pic.
Those are actually recyclable condoms (!) - usually measured to fit and customised.
Some look absolutely wicked, innit?
No. 3 from left on top row looks like a cow's teats ... :D
pakcik, kata mana saya boleh order condom tu?
Ni mesti babe in disguise ... mana ada orang lain panggil I pakcik.
Comfort Men sounds so paternal.
i rather be your(women) Svengali.
cheh!
wot do you call the love child of sven erickson and kavita kaur?
Svengali
itu pisang tanduk jeruk ka apa?
sickore,
Guess how many women has a father-figure fixation?
babe,
Kantul lagi yer? I know you're looking for one now ... ha!
Lils,
There was once a coach named Sven,
Among English ladies he'd gallivant,
In fact he can't recall,
When he wasn't up to his balls,
And when he's coming, he'd tell "Just say when".
taitai,
Bukan ... tu Russian ginseng la ...
benci tau. don't worry, i have a cache of interesting nicknames yet to be used.
babe,
LOL ... like "pisang berbuah"?
:P
Where do we submit our applications?
Dear arsed winger,
Members do NOT submit applications.
Members' applications are expected to last even well after submission.
have i used that pisang berbuah before?
daymn kenot remember!
apa kejadah batang russia tu kepalanya kecik? sungguh tidak mengujakan kalau aku jadi seorang wanita!
babe,
You pantun-ed with it, kan?
So forgetful ah? Makanlah raisin banyak-banyak like Leen is doing. :D
taiko,
Seperti pepatah Melayu yang telah di Indonkan : -
Lolos djarum, lolos kelindan.
Yang bermaksud: clearkan yang kecik kat depan, yang bagak kat belakang pun boleh tumpang masuk sekali.
Sekian adanya.
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