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Ginch? I just learned minge, now I gotta learn ginch. What other genitaliac am I missing in my vocab? I blame the public school system.

LeeAnn: I was thinking the same thing. Never heard that word before. What else have you got, VMan?

Huh. I just learned, "cunt mechanic" the other day from Twenty.

There must be some fun to be had with, "How the Ginch Stole Christmas." Mebbe a noir-detective novel about some sorta hooker ginches that bankrupt and blackmail local politicians and leading religious cunt mechanics.

See? Once you use new words in a sentence, you can keep them forever!

I see the femmes have wandered off topic again. Maybe I should have just said snatch.

..... one would think bushwacked would satisfy .

Well, when a bridge has already been crossed, what is left to say?

I could posit that the covered bridges were the Interstate overpasses of their day, and it would support your excellent assessment of the situation. But who can add any rap to what's been laid down already by the Vman?

At best, we can marvel and then chat among ourselves, having no matches handy for lighting off a bridge.

This makes me think nostalgically upon my collection of 460 euphemisms for the word "vagina," which of course includes such gems as "ginch" and "minge." And "burgooly."

Good way to get our attention: Remind us about Madonna's dried-out twat. 'Twould be like fucking a birdhouse, it would.

Now, what you need is a dried-out old steam-engined train to propel itself through one of those covered bridges. Freudian, that.

Bridges were covered to protect them from the elements that would hasten their deterioration. Now they're just a good place to surreptitiously photograph sleazy naked girls you pick up in local bars.

Or so I'm told.

Didn't say a damn thing about a headless horseman.

I always thought covered bridges were a New England thing, designed to keep snow from accumulating on the bridge and weighing it down more than it could stand...

Love that bridge.

Og and Rob are both correct. Also, they provided cover for folks to flee into when softball sized hail began to pelt the earth. I have spent quite a bit of time, under overpasses in Oklahoma, getting to know my fellow refugees as hail fell like cannon shot all around us. You learned the distance from overpass to overpass, and when weather threatened, we scurried from position of cover, to position of cover.

Looks like an Amish beer drive through to me, just without the beer coolers and Somalians.

Clip-clop Clip-clop, pull reins, pet beard, I'll have a 12 of Bud' in the can... bro'.

Don't blame me man, I had a better one earlier but got the finger, as only 'Necks can...

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I'll type slower next time. I promise.

I saw Snatch, great movie.
And Elisson... fucking a birdhouse? Not to mention the visual I now will never get out of my head, but is this something you have personal knowledge thereof?
And are there pictures?

Elisson... fucking a birdhouse

There has to be a joke involving a woodpecker in there somewhere...

Covered bridges like that always remind of that scene in the movie "Funny Farm." Movers contemplating crossing due to the weight of their truck. One of them says, "That's not a bridge. That's termites holding hands!"