[card_zero]

I'm learning to like 'em more, along with every other human idiosyncracy. Besides, it makes a kind of sense, the idea of some resonance occuring in one's gusset. Timber timbre. Flangent thrumming.

[IncreasePosts]

Tuning fork in loins just makes me think of that chess cheating scandal with a vibrating butt plug.

[ses1984]

It just makes me think of that time I saw someone recovering from eye surgery and I had a visceral reaction.

[ptrl600]

Just like in Asimov's "Monkey's Finger".