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		<title>By: Quail</title>
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		<description>What a flashback. As a kid in the 1070&#039;s I&#039;d go into my parent&#039;s room to chat and to watch how grown ups got themselves ready for the day. Being bored one morning I opened the night stand drawer and began messing around. Inside lay a beige colored, plastic device.  It tapered at the end, was long, and at it&#039;s blunt base was an on-off switch.  When I flipped it on I giggled when it began to jump in my hands.  The noise attracted my folks who gently, but firmly told me that I shouldn&#039;t go through drawers that weren&#039;t mine.  They went on to explain that it was a neck massager for my mom, to help with her headaches.  It was for her use only.

It wasn&#039;t until my late twenties when I went into a condom shop that I realized what the device really was.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a flashback. As a kid in the 1070&#8242;s I&#8217;d go into my parent&#8217;s room to chat and to watch how grown ups got themselves ready for the day. Being bored one morning I opened the night stand drawer and began messing around. Inside lay a beige colored, plastic device.  It tapered at the end, was long, and at it&#8217;s blunt base was an on-off switch.  When I flipped it on I giggled when it began to jump in my hands.  The noise attracted my folks who gently, but firmly told me that I shouldn&#8217;t go through drawers that weren&#8217;t mine.  They went on to explain that it was a neck massager for my mom, to help with her headaches.  It was for her use only.</p>
<p>It wasn&#8217;t until my late twenties when I went into a condom shop that I realized what the device really was.</p>
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