The word “taint” popped up multiple times on July 9th for me, including a post of my own.
michael k, in a comment on a post by Grant Miller that very same day mentioned a beloved sketch on the wonderful HBO comedy series Mr. Show.
It bears worth including here.
I think I’m in taint overload.
Just last week in a different city not my own we parked on a street called “Tainter Street”.
Because I was giggling, my husband, Ben Wundrun, asked me to explain myself. I said ‘apparently this street is ‘taint ‘er balls nor ‘er ass’. He replied ‘you are wierd’.
He had never heard of the ‘taint’ (until I pointed it out)
bubs, you’ll no see more ‘taint’ posts from me in the near future.
jess, that street screams for a sports store on it, Tainter Balls. It does disturb me that we’re talking about (what I assume to be) a lady’s balls, though.
Not disturbing, splotchy, when you consider trannys and Ann Coulter (redundant, sorry).
Anne’s pretty dreamy for a tranny. You can barely see her adam’s apple.