Word: maned
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...pain management. If whips, ropes and furry handcuffs don’t jive with the desired ambience, perhaps the “Pony Play Butt Plug” will. One of Phelps’ favorite items, it supposedly creates an animalistic, primitive feeling through the foot-long, pseudo-horse mane that dangles from its tip. “People underestimate the butt’s sensuality,” she says. “It’s okay to feel good down there too.” If the horse mane clashes with your cheetah-print lingerie...
Jenn has big hair. Her curly mane, in fact, connotes her entire ebullient presence. Striding down the street, hair billowing behind her, breasts leading the way, Jenn is all woman. She’s so much woman that she, unfailingly, plays a sequin-wearing Diva (Diana Ross) for Halloween...
...used non-lubricated Trojans for the mane and tail, spermicidal lubricated Trojan-enz for the body, and Durex ultra comfort condoms with nonoxynal-9 for the hooves and eyes Li explains. Acquiring the condoms was more difficult than constructing the horse says Tanenhaus. The girls wandered from dorm to dorm, emptying out condom bins in their effort. They insist that the condoms wont go to waste. We hope to use them all up by the end of the semester...
...wrongly. They were reassuring, if not necessarily reasonable. The order to close the U.S. Courthouse in Little Rock, Ark., came shortly before 10 a.m., and it was promptly heeded by everyone except a solitary federal district judge. There sat Henry Woods, age 83, his lined face framed by a mane of white hair, beneath a replica of the seal of the U.S. Around him, at his insistence, a jury and lawyers carried on in a damage suit stemming from, of all things, a 1999 American Airlines crash. "This looks like an intelligent jury to me," Woods said, explaining his refusal...
...wrongly. They were reassuring, if not necessarily reasonable. The order to close the U.S. Courthouse in Little Rock, Ark., came shortly before 10 a.m., and it was promptly heeded by everyone except a solitary federal district judge. There sat Henry Woods, age 83, his lined face framed by a mane of white hair, beneath a replica of the seal of the U.S. Around him, at his insistence, a jury and lawyers carried on in a damage suit stemming from, of all things, a 1999 American Airlines crash. "This looks like an intelligent jury to me," Woods said, explaining his refusal...