Prints by ‘Vadge of Honour’ at Jam Art
SPLUTTER!
*faints*
Mark at Jam Art Prints writes:
We’ve a new designer in Jam Art this week – Vadge of Honour. Her work celebrates the female body in all its wonderful forms.
For a chance to win one of her square or A3 signed prints from us, let us know your favourite nicknames for your private parts (tee-hee). Best name wins!
Lines remain open not closed until 2am.
The Jam Art Print competition runs here every second Thursday.
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I always liked the term growler but I think Madame prefers to be known as ” La foufoune “, slightly flamboyant, picky but fun when rubbed up the right way
+1 on “growler”
Lol…
Seen them all before.
This would be brilliantly amusing if Bodger’s replace-naughty-word-omiter goes into overdrive and everyone’s nickname gets replaced by “tootle”.
Plunger Blenkinsop.
In like Flynn.
Mine is Mad Max (and the thunderdome for the missus)
You call your vagina Mad Max?
no, thunderdome is my gf vagina….had no idea it was a female only comp…
the WENUS because I’m looking at it and I’m not happy.
Realistically though, I occasionally have to say the word ‘penis’ while in work (and with a straight face) so at home it’s absolutely anything other than that. Willy, d*ck, John Thomas, c*ck, dong, wife’s best friend, dangler, wang and my personal favourite… just saying “THIS” while stepping from the shower.
I like the swagger ” this” implies
Always like “mickey” and “lad” used on this fair island.
“Standing over ya with his lad in his hand, wanting you to degrade yourself” as Mrs. Doyle says in an episode of Fr. Ted just as Ted is about to tear into the breakfast sausage on his fork.
When i was a kid my parents told me mine was (plain old) “willy” while my sister had a much more interesting sounding word ascribed to her – “menagerie.”
There’ll never be a shortage of colourful descriptions for ones appendages and bits. If you can raise a wry smile or snort why be vulgar!?
I love that sketch,
” ride me sideways !” cracks me up every time
“Get you bollocks out of my face”
That’s the line that tips me over the edge.
Another phrase (not from Father Ted) was “She’s dying for it…. it’s eating the leg off her”
Remember a couple of years ago in either Penney’s or Forever 21, there was a plain grey or white t-shirt from a range of Disney merchandise. Below the outline of black mouse ears was the phrase “You’re never too old for Mickey” – and in the pre teens section, no less
French men have a fun array of words for their equipment, I translate, the beast, the tail ( La queue), the engine et bien sûr La bite (can’t translate ( féminin …worth noting)) le zizi and the most bizarre le petit Jésus ….
worthy of worship ? that would be telling ;)
least favorite word used by a man, ” your little peach”…feck off
followed closely by la moule
Beef curtains anyone?
ewwwww
:)
This thread was made for you Janie
Tits n’ bits btw (◠‿◕)
I concur
https://getyarn.io/yarn-clip/907fde6f-e6e5-4f61-9978-4dc3858dbd39
I love willies
Apropos of nothing, where is Millie these days?
lol, I believe she is focusing her energy on more worthy causes
I miss brother B
+ 1
Good question.
Maybe they’ve both had enough of your non-stop antivaxx hoo-hah Bodge!
Hoo-hah is also my favourite fannyword
At least Bodger isn’t anti-vags
Since the days of my own adolescence
I’m possesed of the very quintessence.
Whenever it’s slapped
The nickname most apt
Is, His Highness; The Royal Tumescence.
(Blushing here).
In Holland it’s called the Kut
I have a very proper English friend who calls it in a whisper her front bottom, it’s one of those opposites attract friendships
Don’t use it for my own, and I wouldn’t say it in reference to someone else’s but ‘vertical smile’ always makes me chuckle. Thanks Podge and Rodge.
Front Bum…
I find gicker or guthar (both said in a proper Dub accent) to work the best in any situation. “Your gicker is showing” sums up an awful lot. Well, not in front of the family. The word “thingy” was used when I was a kid for one’s growler
my Mum always called a gentleman’s tackle The Crown Jewels…” kick him in the crown jewels ” was her dating advice , right after ” keep always the width of the bible between you “
Hah; cat’lic girls used to be told to leave room for the holy spirit!
like a threesome ?!
I have the bible on a USB stick
I’m remembering only now that my younger cousin used to say weesie, his mum told him to call it that instead of willy. He used to sing innocently about weesie rubs.
I’m amazed and horrified with the amount of biblical euphemisms that were assigned to our bits, never had that in my house
I always liked “c’est le bon Dieu en culotte de velours qui descend dans l’estomac” – it’s the good Lord in velvet pants going down your tummy or “le petit Jésus en culotte de soie” – baby Jesus in silk pants to describe a good glass of wine
Dublin wan says to her friend, another Wan. “I got my pubic hair cut today”
“Show us” says the other wan.
She lifts her skirt, drops the knickers and shows the job in all its glory.
“Aye, it suits ye” came the response.
I’ll get Paulus’ coat
Eeewwh! I know this is in jest but coming from a mad auld lad GiggidyGums, just a smidgen creepy. Just don’t go showing anyone d’aul GiggidyGut yourself! ROFL.
Ah bless. Mumsie let you stay up late.
Scan the code.
Bitty.
It’s not a nickname per sé, but here chez Lush, it’s Samantha.
But that moniker is only for my own secret garden you understand.
We also have a phrase here, which I think I inadvertently introduced to the poor bewildered locals, to be used when you find yourself in a toilet without the requisite toilet paper; one has to ‘shake one’s salad’, in order to avoid dampening one’s undergarments.
Right, that’s more than enough for a Thursday evening.
ha !
I feel a Slightyesque anecdote is in order for this one….
Many years ago, when my son was about 4 or 5 years old, our little family visited Hatfield House in Hertfordshire, the hunting Lodge where Elizabeth I was staying when she heard she had ascended the throne.
We decided to take a walk around the grounds and were following a signposted route so as not to get lost. When we were about half a mile from the House we could hear a cuckoo calling in the nearby trees. I was quite excited by this, as I’d never heard one before, so my son also got excited about it, in the way children of that age pick up on things.
The path we were walking on was empty except for us and another couple who looked like love’s young dream as they walked arm in arm.
After a while they veered off the path and headed towards some trees so my son asked us where they were going. My husband looked at him blankly so I quickly interjected that they were looking for the cuckoo’s nest…
And that is my second favourite euphemism, after the title of this article!
Worthy of Slightly.
Nice one
excellent !
I think Kenneth Williams should have his tuppence worth on this subject…
https://youtu.be/eJHfkdfrs3A
The breasticles were nicknamed Thelma and Louise. The front bottom never really had one.
Flange art!
A good looking female acquaintance was walking near Smithfield around 1999 when a car full of Dublin boyos slowed down, with one fella shouting out the window “aghh, giiis a taste of your furry burger, would you!!!”
It cracked her up something else and we’ve enjoyed the term ever since, always amplifying the pronunciation of “Fouwiii Bouughaa” in it’s original tone of delivery.
You have to hand it to the Dubs for their colloquial witticism
I’d say you have just won yourself a wall of pussy my friend
Malcum (in the middle)
‘The boom box’ is a good one too ;-)
Can’t pass up another opportunity to post Maude Lebowski’s “vagina monologue”
… without batting an eye a man will refer to his dick or his rod or his – Johnson
https://youtu.be/xs3OWJ53rHE
Show us your gee, I said as she winked at me with the hairy eye.. and said I will in me hole… I will in all your holes says I.. you’re only bragging, a langer like you couldn’t satisfy these rashers.. I’m like the rock jayus was on for 3 days.. oh go on so, but start with my goul.. ye big mickey ye..
Have we met by any chance ⊙﹏⊙
now that’s poetry
‘Beetle Bonnet’ is my favourite name for a woman’s front lower region :)
Think of the curve, and think of the front of a VW Beetle :)
Or the mound of Venus, to put it more poetically.
Come here to me Bodger, who won the Gee Art poster ?
A winning line if ever there was one..!!
Heheheheh. Mark at Jam Art is picking the winner on Monday.