Something
girls use to bounce on. It is usually quite supple, though not, unfortunately, subtle. The
sport of tampolining can be dangerous, with a possible risk of Contamplination. Side effects include sweating, dilated pupils, auditory and visual hallucinations, most commonly seeing red stars in front of your eyes or a fat man in a tutu who shouts "EMINENCE! EMINENCE!" and hearing the Travelling Wilburys when the
sun sets. Your voice
may also go up an octave and start sounding slightly
like Roy Orbison and you
may feel a constant need to rub yourself erotically on anything vaguely related to Norway. This disease is not generally serious, though the worst cases have been known to result in proposal, leading to decreased spatal awareness and being cloven in two. Where more common diseases
like Shureydia and Fistula Sylvanitis can be caused by such rudimentary items
like cinnamon and meatballs, Contamplination is actually cured by rubbing cloves all over your body.
"And I found out the bitch had Contamplination... so I ground her with my pestle"
"I wish I could tampoline, but unfortunately I have a penis."
"My thighs
hurt, too much tampolining last night"
"
Daniel avoided Contamplination with a swift clove enema. It
hurt, but it was worth it."
