Playing the Hairy Harmonica
Eating a girl out
Playing the Hairy Harmonica by Banjo and cassius August 5, 2008
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playing the hairy harmonica
To entertain by blowing the incredibly popular folk instrument that, characteristically, has two lip plates enclosing a long fipple, two holes - but only one ever fingered - and a wail switch. Skilled players use lip, tongue and mouth movements to create ecstatic music out of some lucky woman. (NB - in most countries you must be a least 16 years of age to play.)
"I have a young music student that has requested I show her how I go about 'playing the hairy harmonica'. Although I am a Professor of Music and expert flautist I am unfamiliar with this exact instrument. Can someone offer advice?"
"Yeah, bud - hold your breath in the wind section."
"Yeah, bud - hold your breath in the wind section."
playing the hairy harmonica by Gabbro June 22, 2018
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breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)