July 4th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
What Kind Of Marbles?
It’s 1971. Half a century ago. You want to make a certain sort of film. In Copenhagen. This film doesn’t have much of a plot, but the sales copy will include the line “One of the men suggests a game of marbles.” The financier greenlights the project, the models are hired, the movie gets made:
But what should we call this cinematic masterpiece? Names are bandied about. A focus group is convened, then dismissed. Finally, the decision is made. Keep it simple. We’ll just call the movie Cunt Marbles. Problem solved, on to the next!
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Typical!
I’ve just finalised the title for my doctoral thesis, only to find it’s already been used.
Wait Mr. Automatic!
Do not despair!
If you but click on the photo to get the full original image, upon careful inspection you will notice the title is Cunt “MARPLES” not Marbles…
Use with confidence, and may you get a hole-in-one…
The Naked Eye (Watch them lose their Marbles!!!)
Thank you Doctor.
I have been going about all day saying cunt marbles. It makes me very happy for some reason. At least I didn’t steal the idea from some dodgy 70’s Danish porn. I just borrowed it from Bacchus.
Cunt marbles to you, sir.
You’re welcome, and for those about to rock, we salute you!
In my neighborhood, running your shooter through a cunt at the start of a game, is said to give you better chances in eventually winning the contest…
No. Try as I might Doctor, I can’t make head nor tail of your last comment. Cultural differences.
Is it some sort of American sports thing?
Er…Probably I’m just not that clever…
Was it the “salute” comment?
(My way of saying you’re welcome, in response to your cunt marbles toast…)
Or was it…?:
The “shooter” is an extra large marble, and the prize for winning the game.
At the time, I was thinking about what champion golfer Arnold Palmer’s wife once said on the Johnny Carson show.
When Johnny asked her if he was superstitious and did anything special for good luck before a tournament, she answered, “Well, he always has me kiss his balls before he leaves the house”…
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence and Johnny said, “Boy, I’ll bet that really makes his putter flutter!”
She was, by the way, reportedly so highly embarrassed by the inadvertent double entendre, that she entertained the idea of suing the famous host.
When one is playing marbles in ones youth, having your young girlfriend immerse your shooter marble in her wet cunt, can convey similar luck, as it is what is used to knock your opponents marble out of the circle…
Ah. I understand now. My marbling days are in the distant past and I’ve obviously forgotten the correct terminology.
And I’m pretty sure that the last time I played, I’d never even heard of a cunt, let alone had access to one to lubricate my balls in.