Losing an expensive piece of jewelry sucks.
So, it stands to reason, that the best way to keep this from happening is to just attach the gold to your ear, nose, nipple, scrotum or wherever. You’ll definitely never misplace your trinkets again!
(And God knows that your rings will be the last thing on your mind if you’ve gone through the trouble of making them a part of your crotch and you find all your jewels missing.)
There is even an added bonus: According to the Kama Sutra, piercing various parts of your nether regions enhances the pleasures of lovemaking. Unfortunately, getting your hotdog up is a challenge when it’s weighed down with a pound of silver.
Piercing your ears was also thought to improve your long distance vision in the Middle Ages. This is why sailors and explorers were often seen with a gold ring threaded through their ear.
Ironically, piercing your eyeball does absolutely nothing to improve your hearing.
The gold ring was also a way to pay for a burial if an unlucky sailor washed ashore after jumping into the frothy waters in search of a sexy sea cow (often mistaken for mermaids).
I only have my ears pierced, but for years I’ve dreamed of putting a hook through my bellybutton as a place to hang my keys.
As someone who always misplaces their things, using your skin for safekeeping sounds logical…but that’s not really what body piercing is all about: Earrings are a sign of nobility, nose rings in India are associated with healthy child birth, and people like Elaine Davidson, with over 6,000 piercings, may just do it for the attention.
Either way, I can only afford to have my ears pierced for now … and I’m doing just fine without having to add holes anywhere else.
Plus…I don’t want to insult any fish:


January 19th, 2010
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*Sniff* My GOD, what IS that? Why does the guy sitting next to me on the bus always smell like he’s allergic to soap? I should be a little more considerate, though. Maybe he’s one of those people cursed with a condition that makes him smell like cat food gone bad. Poor Guy.
Squishypuff did alright in his aquarium for a while. I grew accustomed to him swimming upside down when he couldn’t fight the current with the tiny fins he’d been cursed with. And I got used to his habit of picking up pebbles from the bottom of the tank only to get them stuck in his mouth. He really did have an undercooked egg for a head.


