I’ve pretty much been spooning the tapioca right over the girls, but it’s messier than you can imagine.
And pudding Snack Packs? No; they just don’t cut it. I have to cook it up fresh, in a 2-quart saucepan, and then let it cool—but not too much—while I get those rubber sheets onto the bed.
I realize that ovaries are more analogous to testes than boobs are. We’ve tried that, too, but one has to be extra sloppy in order to make it . . . helpful. I finally started eating the stuff, in the spirit of ovary-immersion. That was fun too, but then I happen to be especially fond of tapioca. It’s all good.
Sugar-free vanilla, though? Not. Acceptable. Chocolate is okay, though.
The important thing is that everyone is tackling the project in a creative way.
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I dunno, LMA. To me, smearing sweet comestibles on ta-tas and lady-parts always seemed to be a classic example of gilding the lily.
Okay, the aesthetic aspects of tapioca-coated boobies appeal to me in a general sense, but, um, what the fuck?
2 containers of Cool Whip worked out quite nicely for MissTammy, not to mention her husband, who would like to incorporate the ritual into our daily life.
I don?t usually reply to posts but I will in this case. WoW 🙂 You made me think.