Jacking off. Wanking. Strangling the Kitten.
Call it what you may. It still leads to the same predestined end: the load blast, our nation’s greatest natural resource.
Allow me to extol but a few of its many virtues:
It’s Slangy! More so than the actual dick itself, the money shot inspires countless nicknames:
Splooge, Man Chowder, Hot Man Mustard, Dong Water, Donut Glaze, Spunk, Number 3, Population Paste, Gentleman’s Relish, Skeet, Load, Man Fluid, Penis Butter, Manthrax, Gizzum, Love Juice, Man Cream, Spew, Seed, Baby Gravy, Pearl Necklace, La Leche, Jizz, Wad, Pimp Juice, Baby Batter, Nut and Man Jam.
As other body fluids go, blood is the more vital, but though it may spew like a fountain in horror films, how many sobriquets has it earned?
Tears are poetic, yet still one-name wonders. And lymph? Please! Back of the line.
It’s Dynamic! Upon reaching climax, semen is thrust outward at ten miles per hour. Nothing beats either spraying all over your own face or dousing that flexing dumb guy who wants to buy your term paper all the way from across the room.
Unless you’re Horst Shultz, holder of the world record for long-distance ejaculation at an astounding eighteen feet, nine inches.
Bravo to Horst, who coincidentally also claims the title for tallest man (twelve feet, four inches) and has presumably laid numerous wives to rest.
They died in ecstasy. (more…)