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Okay. So, the Classics have their moments. Today, we went over Catullus #15. So, naturally that led into a serious and scholarly discussion of shoving radishes and fish up people's asses. This is why I love my major. This is why I will probably never actually change majors, no matter how many times I threaten to become an Anthropologist, instead. (Sorry, Alohalani... you've been away so long, I feel the need to goad you into an appearance.) So, following the lines Quem attractis pedibus patente porta percurrent raphanisque mugilesque, we had a very deep and meaningful conversation about the historical and cultural significance of inserting radishes and fish into men's rectums. And the selection process for said radishes. (Slightly more sweeping and detailed than the selection process for Miss America.) And the scale patterns of the fish generally used in these practices. Evidentally, due to their scale pattern, the mullet is much more easily inserted than it is removed. (These were not Crisco parties, afterall.)
This is, of course, a time-tested punishment for adultery, with roots going back to the ancient Greeks.
And yes, I know that a discussion about penile incitricision among African aboriginal peoples could be just as stimulating... But it's still not quite as funny. And half the class is invariably bent over double at the mere thought of that one, so there just isn't as much audience partici....
pation.
If something "doesn't lend itself to discussion in English," by the way, that would be a euphemism for "obscene." So, yes, you were warned.

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