If you have an explanation for how a shovel could be appropriately used in the bedroom, it’s probably not safe for work anymore.
Callinectessays
I’ve sure that the old tradition of burying your sleeping dad up to the neck in the beach could serve as great inspiration for themed bondage, provided you don’t mind (or even relish) the grittiness.
Owlmirrorsays
Safe for work, and even to facilitate work:
“Hon, remember how you thought it would be so romantic to get a cabin with a dirt floor, and then spent most of yesterday working remotely on your phone? Well, I buried your Crackberry somewhere in here. Here’s the map.”
Saganite, a haunter of demonssays
I’d expect the handle at least could be creatively employed…
Crip Dyke, Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death & Her Handmaidensays
Before:
“What? Oglaf are you going to keep things Safe For Work today? Are you going to be all politics and now sex? Is that it? Is that even possible? The world since Trump’s election has become so unpleasantly predictable and yet also disturbing enough to make me feel as if I’m losing the connection to my body. I… I hate being under this man.!”
After:
“Phew. Attention to my female genitalia, though admittedly more abstract than usual, and a good-faith and entertaining search for the clitoris (even if lacking the insight one might wish): I was worried that today Oglaf’s thrust would knock me completely off balance. In fact, did Oglaf just inspire me to make a sexual pun? Okay, I can definitely – and comfortably – fit this Oglaf thrust into my Weltanschauung. Heck, I’m quite pleased by this Oglaf’s thrust. Whoa. I feel … so much more relaxed than before. So much tension has just drained out of me. That was good. Was it good for all of you?”
The woman’s experience of engaging with this Oglaf for the first time is a bit different from that of some other persons.
Not intended as any sort of double entendre: those are the happiest-looking cartoon whales I’ve ever seen, on that… diagram-map-thing.
=8)-DXsays
There was no clitoris on that map! (I mean they could have added the internal clitoral tissues, but I’m guessing they’re also on a different island.)
=8)-DX
Saganite, a haunter of demonssays
@13
I wonder if they’re sperm whales.
blfsays
The usual method by which the mildly deranged penguin wakes me up in the morning is to run into my bedroom — not necessary through an open door, or even a door for that matter — turn the bed upside down (with me still in it) and then jump up-and-down on the upside-down bed (with me still under it), shouting “Wakey! Wakey!” with an explanation why one should get up that particular day and at a time when the Sun is also up. Every now and then she tries a variation. Once this involved a shovel. Or, to be slightly more precise, a steam shovel.
Admittedly, the steam shovel wasn’t in the bedroom insomuch as the bed (with me in it, going “now what?”) was in its bucket (for a few moments, anyway…).
I note that there is a lady pirate. In the last panel, she is just hanging out under a tree. I guess she knows perfectly well where the clitoris is, and just thinks it’s funny to watch the men flailing about.
There was no clitoris on that map! (I mean they could have added the internal clitoral tissues, but I’m guessing they’re also on a different island.)
Given that it is a horizontal cross-section, I am pretty sure the clitoris can only be reached with a hot-air balloon.
These guys will have to up their game.
chigau (違う)says
horizontal?
Owlmirrorsays
OK, horizontal-ish.
Argh. Rewrite!
“Given that the diagram is a cross-section which starts out (from the bottom) at the middle of the vagina, I am pretty sure the clitoris can only be reached with a hot-air balloon.”
PZ Myers says
If you have an explanation for how a shovel could be appropriately used in the bedroom, it’s probably not safe for work anymore.
Callinectes says
I’ve sure that the old tradition of burying your sleeping dad up to the neck in the beach could serve as great inspiration for themed bondage, provided you don’t mind (or even relish) the grittiness.
Owlmirror says
Safe for work, and even to facilitate work:
“Hon, remember how you thought it would be so romantic to get a cabin with a dirt floor, and then spent most of yesterday working remotely on your phone? Well, I buried your Crackberry somewhere in here. Here’s the map.”
Saganite, a haunter of demons says
I’d expect the handle at least could be creatively employed…
Crip Dyke, Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death & Her Handmaiden says
Before:
After:
The woman’s experience of engaging with this Oglaf for the first time is a bit different from that of some other persons.
Marcus Ranum says
There is burial porn. I’ve seen it. Must scrub brain now.
Raucous Indignation says
It would depend on the shovel and the non-harmful consensual wishes of your partner, I suppose.
emergence says
Does a use for a shovel as a sex aid count as appropriate if it causes serious injury?
leerudolph says
I spade my cat.
WMDKitty -- Survivor says
Knowing the nature of humanity, I’m pretty sure that someone, somewhere, has done sexy things with/to a shovel.
kevskos says
to #10, you mean this week correct?
Chakat Firepaw says
Appropriate use of a shovel in the bedroom that is also SFW?
How about cleaning up the drywall that was ruined by a burst pipe.
The Vicar (via Freethoughtblogs) says
Not intended as any sort of double entendre: those are the happiest-looking cartoon whales I’ve ever seen, on that… diagram-map-thing.
=8)-DX says
There was no clitoris on that map! (I mean they could have added the internal clitoral tissues, but I’m guessing they’re also on a different island.)
=8)-DX
Saganite, a haunter of demons says
@13
I wonder if they’re sperm whales.
blf says
The usual method by which the mildly deranged penguin wakes me up in the morning is to run into my bedroom — not necessary through an open door, or even a door for that matter — turn the bed upside down (with me still in it) and then jump up-and-down on the upside-down bed (with me still under it), shouting “Wakey! Wakey!” with an explanation why one should get up that particular day and at a time when the Sun is also up. Every now and then she tries a variation. Once this involved a shovel. Or, to be slightly more precise, a steam shovel.
Admittedly, the steam shovel wasn’t in the bedroom insomuch as the bed (with me in it, going “now what?”) was in its bucket (for a few moments, anyway…).
WMDKitty -- Survivor says
kevskos @11 — This week, this century, whenever. I’m just saying it’s been done.
Crip Dyke, Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death & Her Handmaiden says
@Saganite: Argh! …so …bad. …Must …not …praise …bad …pun …must …
Oh, fuckit. That was awesome.
Owlmirror says
I note that there is a lady pirate. In the last panel, she is just hanging out under a tree. I guess she knows perfectly well where the clitoris is, and just thinks it’s funny to watch the men flailing about.
Given that it is a horizontal cross-section, I am pretty sure the clitoris can only be reached with a hot-air balloon.
These guys will have to up their game.
chigau (違う) says
horizontal?
Owlmirror says
OK, horizontal-ish.
Argh. Rewrite!
“Given that the diagram is a cross-section which starts out (from the bottom) at the middle of the vagina, I am pretty sure the clitoris can only be reached with a hot-air balloon.”