All this talk about licking assholes reminds me of an old joke which, like the joke "The Aristocrats", varies somewhat, depending on whom is doing the telling.
A student changes schools in the middle of grade one, and he's very shy. On his first day among his new classmates, the teacher asks him his name. In a low, almost inaudible voice, he says "Archibald Ashollict". The teacher says "I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up. we can't hear you". The boy speaks a little louder, but still cannot be heard. The teacher says "I can see that you're very shy, and that's Okay. We have a special way of saying our names around here, where we say each syllable separately . Melvin, you show him how".
Melvin sits in the front row, with an apple on his desk for the teacher, he wears a blazer with a crest on the left side of the chest, hair slicked down with 'greasy kid's stuff', and white shoes, after labour day; a future middle management candidate. Melvin stands up, facing the class, and says, (from the diaphragm), "Melvin Samson. M-E-L, there's your Mel, V-I-N, there's your Mel-vin, S-A-M, there's your Sam, there's your vin-Sam, there's your Mel-vin Sam, S-O-N, there's your son, there's your Sam-son, there's your vin-Sam-son, there's your Mel-vin Sam-son" The teacher says "Thank you, Melvin, now it's your turn".
Archibald stands up, and slowly says "A-r-c-h, there's your Arch. I, there's your I, there's your Archi-I, B-A-L-D, there's your bald, there's your i - bald, There's your Arch-i-bald..." The teacher says "Faster, please, we don't have all day".
Archibald says, quickly "A-S, there's your As, there's your bald As, there's your i-bald As, there's your Arch-i-bald As, H-O-L, there's your hol, there's your As-hol, there's your bald As-hol, there's your i-bald As-hol, there's your Arch-i-bald As-hol, L-I-C-T, there's your lict, there's your hol-lict, there's your As-hol-lict, there's your bald As-hol-lict, there's your i-bald As-hol-lict, there's your Arch-i-bald As-hol-lict".
For the readers in the 'additional preparation' group, think 'Arch-eye-balled- Ass-hole-licked', when spoken aloud, and it's funnier.
@ demien: I HAVE been in the CAMH hospital on Queen Street on many occasions, but never as a patient. One of my former students is a patient in the forensic unit, (I used to teach computer skills part-time, as a volunteer job, nearby). The forensic unit is for people sentenced to the hospital by the criminal justice system. Some,but not all, of the patients are allowed to leave their unit un-escorted, or to leave the hospital grounds, for a specific period of time, depending on how well they have been behaving. That's a very evil place. I refer to one of the female forensic psychiatrists as "Josephine Mengele". She's sort of a 'Cat Lady with a script pad'. She'd like to have almost all men placed on Lupron, a 'chemical castration drug', so they will not be threatening to society. That's the 'dark side of Feminism'. I gave some of the other patients a good laugh, when I showed them the cover of a 1971 Penthouse magazine, because the Pet of the Month looked very much like this psychiatrist probably would have looked like, in the 70's. I think an egg could probably fry on her forehead, if I showed her the cover, and said "Is this you, Dr XXXXXXX?". I may show pictures of both of them in a private message, but only to Prick.
One of the former in-patients at the CAMH hospital, a Jamaican lady with a sultry 'Eartha Kitt' voice, has made it clear, a number of times, that she would like to get into my pants, but I see some of the 'brothers' giving me the 'Peace "No" emogie face', and I don't know what she was in there for. Maybe she stabs guys who dump her, after a date or two, so I'll pass that one up, but continue to be nice to her, if I run into her, accidentally. I know where to find her, at 11:00 on any weekday. She has to be there, or she's back inside. There was another one who 'gave me the eye' a few times. I know she was in for arson, but I don't know the details. Friendly at arms length is the prudent call; I have a lot of old paper in my house. A man doesn't want to anger a woman deemed 'not criminally responsible' by a trial judge.