First, I admit I listen to radio4.
At sometime I was listening to something, and a comment was made about an old book, 'Advise for new brides.' It talked about activity in the bed room as cooking. It went something like this;'...large portions should be dished up to husbands and do not be afraid to be liberal with spice. On occasion ask advise about new dishes from women who have been cooking for longer....'
You get the picture. So have you any examples of 'not talking about sex'
Innuendos, the full penetration requires the orator to start slow, and build up gradually, while the recipient is somewhat confused as to the true meaning. It is a crafty way without being to suggestive to enter a conversation and lead it to a satisfying conclusion.
The most rewarding is when it is unexpected and you sneak in the back door.
I adored 'I'm sorry I haven't a clue'
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My particular favourites which also link in with the subject of the post and I'm Sorry I haven't a clue...
From Sound Charades / Give us a clue...
"The experts expert was, of course, Lionel Blair and few will forget the sight of Lionel on his knees, breathless and sweaty, after pulling off "12 Angry Men" in under two minutes..." (there are so many of these and everyone makes me cry with laughter...)
"Product placement is everywhere these days. Why only the other day I was in my supermarket and I saw Anthony Worrall Thompson's face smiling back at me from a packet of sausages. Underneath it said "Prick with a Fork", which I thought was a little harsh."
"Samantha is off to Italy now where she likes to partake of the delicious variety of ice cream that the country produces. She tells me that when she's there, she can often be found on some street corner, licking the nuts off a large Neapolitan."
And if anyone wants the full rules of Mornington Crescent (complete with the now infamous "Grebe Clause 26" and the important 1996 Des O'Connor ruling) just drop me a message and I'll send them to you.
Here is one I like mostly because I wrote it.
I slept in rolling hills.
Awaking I descended across scented plains.
I found steep wooded valley.
There I drunk my fill of sweet water.
There I immersed myself.
Having bathed I dressed and marched away.
I seem to think about south Wales when I think about this. I wonder why?
A woman walked into a pub and asked the barman for a double entendre.
So he gave her one.