THE STICK SHIFT, AND OTHER PARTS

The internet is a regular source of amazement. In surprising ways. It turns out that some people remain confused about basic health, biology, human anatomy generally speaking as well as their own body in particular, or where eggs come from (the fridge, that's why there's that little rack).

Yes, there were classes at school. And no, they weren't paying attention, or their mommy pulled them out, because Little Johnny is too young to hear all that filth even though he's wanking off every night to manga babes he has hidden under his bed. And in any case, Little Johnny is now a full grown man, eating at chick-fil-A every day because it is a good Christian place run by saintly clean folks, and keeps getting an uncomfortable feeling in his pants over the waitresses which he thinks is because white meat chicken just always does that.

There is no library in his town anymore, because libraries are nasty.

In any case, he doesn't know what's down there.
Not his. Not hers. Not anyone's.


So, for his benefit, here's a diagram of a stick shift.

Hope it helps.

This post was inspired by one person stating authoritatively that the female crowk was all the openings at once, and another telling someone she was an idiot for not knowing that babies were made in her urethra the dumb cow. That last begs a question about Hank Hill's "narrow urethur" which I shall not ask, because I don't want my readers to think about sex and Texas in the same breath. There's far too much of that going on already.

As an afterthought, I should mention that I knew this stuff by the time I was eight or nine, because of a helpful book I received when it still looked like I was going to study medicine, was informed of it once more in the last year of grammar school by the no-nonsense teacher explaining the material to all of us, and learned it all again in highschool when the biology teacher was temporarily replaced for six weeks because it made him uncomfortable.
He stuttered through several parts of that chapter.


No, I have never had offspring.


And remember, it's only nasty if you think about sex and Texas in the same breath.



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