Are you sure? Because I swear I've been to Buttfuck, Nebraska. It was, you know. Flat. And isolated. And very dull.
...Come to think of it, it's no surprise there's no Buttfuck, Nebraska, because that particular word does not bring "flat, isolated, and dull" right to my mind.
There is, unfortunately, a Beaver Crossing; make of that what you will.
I make of that that residents of that fine northern city either have a very limited grasp of double entendres, or they spend all their time blushing.
*is prim*
*admires the schoolmarm outfit, which you are totally rocking*
(P.S. Email received, response in progress. It turned into a big old whine-fest, so I will have to remove large swaths of it before I send it. I mean, it's like a whine jungle in there; I'm going to need to use a machete on that thing.)
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...Come to think of it, it's no surprise there's no Buttfuck, Nebraska, because that particular word does not bring "flat, isolated, and dull" right to my mind.
There is, unfortunately, a Beaver Crossing; make of that what you will.
I make of that that residents of that fine northern city either have a very limited grasp of double entendres, or they spend all their time blushing.
*is prim*
*admires the schoolmarm outfit, which you are totally rocking*
(P.S. Email received, response in progress. It turned into a big old whine-fest, so I will have to remove large swaths of it before I send it. I mean, it's like a whine jungle in there; I'm going to need to use a machete on that thing.)