Dee Dee's dating...: Everyone needs a Fat Bastard

First off, Happy New Year! I didn't think it would be appropriate talking about penises and my sexual adventures around the big G's bday so I waited until now.....
I thought I'd entertain you with a little history on some words from Dee Dee's dictionary....

Well we've all had Puttanesca sauce right?

One day during lunch hour with a colleague, we had a discussion on where this word comes from and why it was called as such. If you look at it closely "Puttana" is the Italian word for whore. Why on earth would you incorporate this word into the name of a sauce one might ask????
Well here you go.... It has been told that it is a quick and easy pasta sauce for the Puttanas (whores) to make in between theire "customers", hence the name Puttanesca sauce- the whore's sauce.
Another theory was that Puttanesca sauce was named after the term whore because it had everything in it.
And finally one theory is that decent married women would see the ladies of the evening walking on the streets and they would throw this sauce made of left overs onto them from the balconies of their homes screaming "Puttana, Puttana".1
Well ladies you may want to think twice about making this sauce in the future ;)

Blowjob.....ever really think of where this word comes from. Ever wonder why it is called this when in fact you are sucking, therefore it should be a "Suck job". Well with the way my mind thinks at a mile a minute and my mouth having no filter, I really wanted to know where it came from. The first thing that came to mind was that blow was another word for cocaine. This is what I found 2 ...... Here are some other interesting facts that I think you'll enjoy!...3,

Everyone needs a fat bastard....
My fat bastard can be a a little different at first as he tastes different than others. After some time of being acquainted, I warm up to his smell and his somewhat bitter taste. He trickles down my throat with a warming feeling that travels throughout my body. My fat bastard makes me toasty when I feel cold, he makes me laugh when I feel a bit down and sometimes he can even make me tingle....... I usually don't like to share but on the odd occasion I will let my friends have some of my bastard, but never with strangers. The more the merrier they say! At the end of an evening with my fat bastard, I am always happy. I feel good, I feel relaxed and I can't help but want more......And I know you would too, if only you had a taste of him......
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