Extracts from "Dear Bruce" an Australian 'Agony Aunt' column in a popular mens magazine.
Q. Dear Bruce I have some lucky condoms that I keep in my wallet. I am
beginning to wonder if they really are lucky, as they have been there for
A. Jesus mate, no worries. Men only use rubbers when they are sober anyway. Guess that means you've been pissed for two months which makes you one lucky bastard! Just on a medical note - rubbers are good idea to use when you do an Abo, as they are smelly bastards, Oh and 'roos too, helps avoid bush rash.
Q. Dear Bruce my girlfriend got upset when I suggested I use an old
girlfriend's vibrator on her.
A. No worries. I've seen this before. Women need reassuring. Tell the stupid bitch that you have cleaned it since you last used it. Sometimes Sheila's get hung up on hygiene.
Q. Dear Bruce I gave my sister one up the shitter and now she wants me to
do it to her mate.
A. Errr. . mate you're from Hobart right? No worries mate, as long as her mate is a Sheila it's ok.
Q. Dear Bruce, After my last Hockey game I got an erection in the showers.
Is this normal , I am a single guy and like girls.
A. Nah mate you're queer. Only poofters play hockey.
Q .Dear Bruce, my wife says I don't use enough lubricant before we have
A. Exactly how many beers are you drinking before you root her ?
Q. Dear Bruce , I am beginning to suspect I am gay. I wear leather trousers
and have just grown a Freddie Mercury moustache. I don't know who to turn
A. Get a grip of yourself man. Face facts, be logical: You're a raving poofter, no one likes you, get a gun, blow your brains out.
Q. Dear Bruce my girl friend says we don't do enough foreplay.
A. Geez mate, you had me stumped for a bit. I didn't recognise the word 'Foreplay'. Then it struck me, 'Fore' is what you shout in golf.. Jeez mate, men don't play golf with women - but it's ok for her practice putting with your dick.
Q. Dear Bruce, I fooled around with a Kiwi and now I have a dose of the
clap. What do I do ?
A. Deny ,deny, deny, deny, deny and never ever, ever, ever, ever admit to rooting a Kiwi.
Q. Bruce, the boys are telling me there is such a thing as Dingo sex. What
is it ?
A. There are two types. The first one when you wake up next to a f*cking ugly Sheila and you chew your arm off to escape, rather than wake her, just like a dingo caught in a trap, and the other one is when you drink too much and your old boy. . . it Dingo hard and it dingo in.