Whilst chatting to a lady chum of mine recently, she happened to drop into conversation that she had recently acquired what's known as a Rampant Rabbit. For those of you (if any) who don't know, a Rampant Rabbit is a special gizmo especially for ladies which they use to *ahem* massage their *cough blush* girl parts. They're apparently very effective. So I'm told. Allegedly.
Being possessed of a prurient nosiness I promptly asked for more details.
"Well...", she said, thoughtfully. "...it's pink...?"
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When I was little at school, we had to read The Diary of Anne Frank, which had been published in a childrens edition under the title of When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit and so, naturally enough, for the rest of the conversation I was haunted with a mental image of Hitler running through his bunker waving a buzzing, whirling dildo whilst shouting "Eva! Look vat I haff stolen for you!"
"Oh, Adolf, you've made me the happiest girl in the world."
Like I say, the history of Western Europe would have been very different.
Being possessed of a prurient nosiness I promptly asked for more details.
"Well...", she said, thoughtfully. "...it's pink...?"
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When I was little at school, we had to read The Diary of Anne Frank, which had been published in a childrens edition under the title of When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit and so, naturally enough, for the rest of the conversation I was haunted with a mental image of Hitler running through his bunker waving a buzzing, whirling dildo whilst shouting "Eva! Look vat I haff stolen for you!"
"Oh, Adolf, you've made me the happiest girl in the world."
Like I say, the history of Western Europe would have been very different.