I
don’t know about you, but I’m a bit addicted to the Modern
Materialist blog. Maybe it’s because I happen to know two of the bloggers,
and they’re super-fun peeps who most eagerly crash
Playgirl parties with me. (Or
force me to go hooping; sadly, not as
dirty as it sounds). Plus, they find tons of amazing items that make me wish I
was a trust-fund child, so I could fill my apartment with all the material
goodness….But as of yesterday, they surprised me and got their freak on.
And their freak was good…
Steph Auteri was inspired by Grant Stoddard’s “I Did It for Science: Cock Ring”
piece. She found some cock
rings that will knock the ladies’ socks off. It’s never TMI, Steph! Check
‘em here.
But it was MM blogger Alex
who took it to a whole, new, edible, flammable, self-f*ckable level with his
find, the Clone-a-Willy
Kit. I’ll let Alex explain:
“The Clone-A-Willy Kit let's
you stick your man-bits in a mold, then use enclosed materials to create your
own female stress reliever. The kit comes with everything you need to make the…
Um…. Pleasure tube, and comes in several different varieties: Light tone, dark
tone, candle, soap, glow in the dark, and chocolate. And yes, the chocolate one
is totally edible. Because there's nothing sexier than seeing your loved one
tearing a giant chunk out of your penis with her teeth.
The prices range from $30 for the basic kits, to $45 for the glow in the dark
kit, and there are also three Clone-A-Pussy kit, which I have to assume is a
mold you stick your cat in. Could be wrong.”
Click here
to see more pictures, and what pre-op commenter “sexy
humanoid” plans to do a cloned willy, post-op…Send pictures, sexy humanoid!
Blogger Wendy found a way to
make even the “Butter
Boy and Girl” a little spicy; yes girl, sink your teeth into all that corny
goodness. And if you need help getting the party started (especially if you or
said party-goers have an oral fixation), she recommends the perfect upscale
candy: absinthe
lollypops. You can then woo your lovers with a New York apartment-sized s’more
kit. It might lead to you whipping off your Pac-Man
belt (or, um, whipping with your Pac-Man
belt), kicking off your peep-toe
kicks and revealing the full glory of your customized
G-string. And if you want to record the kink in HD for all posterity, you
can use Sony’s
new sweet-ass future camcorder. And after all the corn and cloned willies
and lovin’ you can clean up with some “Stinky
Hippie” body wash. (Or, um, not?) Then check yourself in the mustache
mirror; a perfect way to see if your new lover has a sense of humor. And to
make sure you don’t have any corn stuck in your teeth.
