Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2019/05/16/the-sex-weasels-of-classical-p.html
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The Sex Weasels are my favorite Frank Zappa/English Punk Rock tribute band.
Some believed that wearing weasel fur directly on the skin could also help ease childbirth.
And don’t forget its amazing cure-all of hangovers. So you could literally weasel out of a hangover.
Allowing me, for the second time this week, to post this here. Thanks Boing Boing.
Obligs…
Popular line back in the day - “Is that a weasel in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Also, required when mentioning weasels:
“Gee Doris, what’s eating you?”
Sex weasels ripped Lucretia Borgia’s flesh.
Weasel/ermine could be kind of soft, wondering if there was something to touching something soft and getting endorphins or oxytocin from hugging a soft critter? Is it that much weirder than giving your child a clearly non-living baby bear to sleep with?
I’m imagining John Oliver voicing the implicit subtext suggested here: " She fucks. Oh yes, she fucks."
“Sex weasel” sounds like a sex toy that is not for the faint of heart.
The word for weasel in many European languages meant lady, bride, or nymph.
Stoatily, dude!
How flattering.
I don’t know. I think weasels are pretty great. I love their long necks and backs. They’re neat!
Phooey, say I!
And if I were French I’d say ‘fouine’.
Fair enough!