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."
