Earlier tonight, I posted something about the sign in front of my small town’s historical museum and how it had been vandalized (if you can really call the reshuffling of vinyl letters on a flimsy plastic board, vandalism). As I mentioned, given the adolescent reference to a certain bodily function in the sign (post-vandalism), I chose not to include a photo… But, as quick as you can say “RSS,” I started getting notes from readers after posting it, demanding that I stay true to the mission of this site (whatever that is) and get my ass out there with my camera to document the offense. So, I got the dog and hiked over to Huron Street, in the rain. And here’s the photo… I hope it brings you some pleasure. (I should point out that I did not contact the museum to make sure that there wasn’t in fact going to be a historical retrospective on local queefing. So, if you’re into such thiings, you might want to make a call, just in case. I’m 99% certain, however, that “queef” was meant to be “quilt” though.)
update: The following comment was just left by our friend Alicia. I didn’t think it possible, but she’s come up with a plausible explanation as to why the sign might be switching back and forth from “quilt” to “queef” (other than vandalism):
Actually quilts and queefs are related, which this exhibit may demonstrate.
Just as, I’m told, men sometimes pass gas in all-male company in a joking, male-bonding ritual, queefing (originally quilf, with a silent “L”) originated in quilting circles where performing this otherwise socially unacceptable act reinforced the group unity.
For further reading on this subject, see “Of Knickers and Needles: The Normative Function of Vaginal Gas in Colonial Female Communal Identity,” (more here and here.)
So, with this in mind, I’ve just formulated a new theory — Ypsi is home to a prank playing female ghost, who, in life, had been the member of a local quilting circle… Legend has it that she died from an embolism during a meeting of said quilting circle, after sucking in too much air for the purposes of delivering a humorous queef. To this day, people claim to be able to hear the faint call of her queef as they walk along the banks of the Huron at night.
I have absolutely nothing that I want to write about tonight. Sorry. If it weren’t for Jim sending in this link to 
(As for these ribbons, they’re not my best work. They’re just the first two ideas that popped into my head. So, if you’re new to this site, please don’t judge me based on them…. If you want an example of me at my best, scroll back to some of my “ball shaving” material.)
You’ve seen 
Well, it’s just come to my attention that there may be an opportunity to do something very similar here at MM.com. I’ve just learned that, as of this afternoon, 
Kate Moss, the splinter-thin British model who burst onto the international fashion scene at the age of 14, popularizing the so-called “heroin chic” waif look that would come to define the early 90’s, was 
It would appear as though she’s now 
One last idea, and this is one that I’d been saving for Christy Turlington… but, since she’s in a jam, I’ll offer it to Moss…. For a long time, I’ve been wanting to collaborate with a supermodel on a record inspired by the classic work done by the Velvet Underground and the model Nico. The record, which would be called “The Monkey Power Trio and Kate Moss,” would have the image of a single piece of fruit on the cover, maybe a kumquat. That’s where my idea ends, but I think that’s enough, by itself, to sell a million copies… Now, who knows how I can get her number?
