I've got a big mouth

Unrelated sources found whilst studying.

Russian folk belief: in order to obtain the object of your desire simply bathe in water or milk and making them drink the liquid afterwards. Tasty.

Satirical poem from Germany based on a folk tale: "the story of the nine skins of a bad wife, which holds the properties of certain animals, such as a bear, cat, fish, pig and dog. These must be beaten off her before her human skin can be reached. In the picture shown we see the man beating his wife with a chair.

Female homosexuality: sexuality did not exist without the presence of a penis. Luigi Maria Sinistrati defines a sexual condition called tribaldy, in which one woman was able to penetrate another by means of an exceptionally developed clitoris, and he enjoined careful examination to see if this had occurred. Oh, I bet he did.

Other tidbits of misinformation were the beliefs that women had male genitalia inside of them, the uterus was some separate entity that governs our fragile little minds and babies could only be made if she has an orgasm.

In other news Julie has a party to go to tomorrow and my mum pushed a mixing bowl of cookie dough into my hands before leaving me alone. Enjoying the solitude I turned up my music loud and had a bit of a kitchen dance. I was floating on, turning a square and waking up in my make up. The cookies kinda failed since there was no butter and she used margarine instead I played housewife for 2 hours twirling in my apron for nothing. They taste ok, nowhere near as good as my usual ones so I guess I'll just hand them out to people as I see them.

A girl ran past me at the bus stop this morning. She had a pretty leather jacket, long wind swept hair and an ass that was just a little too big. Not fat exactly, maybe it was her jeans. Anyway I watched that ass scurry to the bank, let my mind wander a little until she turned back and got close enough for my blurry eyes to make out that her face was the feminisation of my ex. Twas his sister. I had to hide behind the elderly seeing as I still have a skirt of hers that I have no intention of giving back and panic gripped me as I tried to see if her boyfriend was around. There's someone I don't want to see ever. Thankfully the bus arrived, crisis averted.