By Rob Beschizza at 9:35 am Mon, Jan 7, 2013
Oh those dirty, dirty flowers. Crawling around all over the place and opening up their reproductive organs for the world to see every morning.
Hah – I only just now got the “After beef raised” joke. Call me naive.
Get the pork out of government!
In other news, plant species to be exterminated to save our children.
The technology company will surely take umbrage to the unfavorable associations of the replacement name, “Morning Vista”, and subsequently insist on a change to “Morning Seven”.
I hope the new name, “Nocturnal Emissions Boulevard,” is less scandalous for them.
Shouldn’t that be Boulevard of Wet Dreams?
For those of us more sheltered types:
To awaken with a boner so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it , otherwise known as to sleep in a tent, or to have a dawn horn.
Or perhaps less sheltered. We just called it “waking up with a boner”. No need for euphemism.
Errr… have you tested this cat scratching thing?
You would need to address this question to the original author as I would not allow a cat near my penis in either a turgid or flaccid state.
Rob, excellent title.
Somebody somewhere once pointed out that any string of syllables can be given a sexual meaning. KnowwhatImean? Wink wink, nudge nudge. Saynomore. Say. No. More.
That’s pretty racy. My children read this site, dude!
In my sophomore year, my three roommates and I proved this daily. After a couple of months we declared a truce, because it had become impossible to hold any conversation.
Pipe down and I’ll let you hold MY conversation.
What is wrong with a street name that indicates they are ready to go, early, each and every day? Or a flower?
Because “road” could be construed to be “rode”, which in turn can be used as a sexual innuendo. They’ll probably change it to the more innocuous “Morning Glory Strip that Things Go Back and Forth On”.
The other day my spouse wrote some copy that used the words “happy ending” in a non-massage-related context. Some people were offended. So no more happy endings, for anyone, anymore.
In the early 90s I worked for Friendly’s Ice Cream (a US restaurant franchise on the east coast, somewhat famous – deservedly so IMO – for their ice cream). Their generic ice cream dessert was called a Happy Ending. It was one scoop of vanilla ice cream in a bowl, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and half a maraschino cherry on top. It was surprisingly good.
Sadly, I can’t imagine it still has the same name.
It is still called a “Happy Ending”. At least Friendly’s didn’t cave over the slightest giggle. I like telling people that I got a happy ending with my meal.
Except it now costs $75
They don’t list that entree on the menu.
In the personals, a “friendly” person is often seeking a “generous” person, so they have their own name issues.
A bit of a stretch to say this is common enough knowledge to make changing the name an issue. Now if it was name “Morning Wood Road” I could understand.
More like Mourning Wood. That’s what I would name a forest if anyone ever put me in charge of these sorts of things.
What a bunch of overly-sensitive weenies.
Whelp, off to Urban Dictionary to create an entry for “Exactware“
Exactware: a cast of one’s own genitals, used for self stimulation. A union of narcisissm and Ouroboros requiring much less flexibility.
and was the new name “Santorum Road”?
Just past the intersection of Morning Glory Road and Hershey Highway.
Graduates of Arcadia University, formerly Beaver College.
Let’s start referring to double penetration as a “Washington”.
Idiot bureaucrat was actually thinking of “morning wood.” Will still receive paycheck.
The new street name has been announced.
Credit where credit is due: the Dictionary of American Regional English (opportunity for Amazon link!) found this term during its research. As I recall, a woman in Vancouver, BC is credited with using these words to describe an upon-waking erection.
I first learned this term, and its meaning, from a Torchwood episode.
Georgia O’Keeffe Boulevard?
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