Do any of you have friends who are apparently obsessed with talking about their body parts? I have a friend, who is usually pregnant, and she obsesses over her body parts (mainly her "lady-bits" and such). I get so sick of hearing about her uterus and vagina, it's not even funny.  ::)

Sounds a bit...8-P....gross.  I haven't run into this one, yet.  I would say that since it is not very polite conversation you could just let her know that it is too much information and change the subject. 

Do any of you have friends who are apparently obsessed with talking about their body parts? I have a friend, who is usually pregnant, and she obsesses over her body parts (mainly her "lady-bits" and such). I get so sick of hearing about her uterus and vagina, it's not even funny.  ::)


I admit Erin I have a friend who used to love talking about women and their body parts in fact both of us talked about it at his house while looking at porn.

I admit Erin I have a friend who used to love talking about women and their body parts in fact both of us talked about it at his house while looking at porn.


You are missing the point, Howard.  She is asking about people talking about their own body parts using a female friend as an example. 

I have a friend that always tells me when he or his mom (who he stills lives with at age 43) has diahrhea.  To be fair, apparently I am a sucker for punishment because I ask how they are feeling.  I take them to grocery store every week because they don't drive and taking bags of groceries on a bus is cumbersome.  The mother is 79 and one of the side effects of some medicine she takes is... intestinal problems... But instead of telling her doctor, she (and the son) tell me (which I can be of no practical help to them, other then picking them up from the hospital if they take an ambulance or a public bus over.)  Not sure how it's gotten to be so obsessive, but I sort of tune them out now since 9 times out of 10, they will say the same thing.  8-P

I am uncomfortable ever mentioning that I have that problem, and I certainally have no desire to call my friend up and casually mention in conversation that that is my perdictament.   

I have a friend that always tells me when he or his mom (who he stills lives with at age 43) has diahrhea.  To be fair, apparently I am a sucker for punishment because I ask how they are feeling.  I take them to grocery store every week because they don't drive and taking bags of groceries on a bus is cumbersome.  The mother is 79 and one of the side effects of some medicine she takes is... intestinal problems... But instead of telling her doctor, she (and the son) tell me (which I can be of no practical help to them, other then picking them up from the hospital if they take an ambulance or a public bus over.)  Not sure how it's gotten to be so obsessive, but I sort of tune them out now since 9 times out of 10, they will say the same thing.  8-P

I am uncomfortable ever mentioning that I have that problem, and I certainally have no desire to call my friend up and casually mention in conversation that that is my perdictament. 


Ya, that is definitely TMI, Patty. I don't know what comes over these people, to think that others really want to know about stuff like that. ::)

If the lads and I at work are anything to go by, we talk about ourselves just as much and usually have a belly-laugh while we are doing so.

This is too much information but always makes me laugh. A friend of mine caught a mild STD and he couldn't use himself for a week while treatment was resolving his issue and the constant laughs were based on him having to think about ANYTHING apart from sex. He wasn't even allowed to do 'the basics', haha.

If the lads and I at work are anything to go by, we talk about ourselves just as much and usually have a belly-laugh while we are doing so.

This is too much information but always makes me laugh. A friend of mine caught a mild STD and he couldn't use himself for a week while treatment was resolving his issue and the constant laughs were based on him having to think about ANYTHING apart from sex. He wasn't even allowed to do 'the basics', haha.



Doncha hate when THAT happens?



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Doncha hate when THAT happens?


He certainly did. He was writhing around like an unspayed cat for a week.  ;D

...so I took, my, umm,
(self-cutting movie projector?)
Yeah, and you know the slot where the film feeds in?
(Yeah?)
Well, I put my tongue in there, you know, just to see how far in I could get it to go.
(Yeah?)
Well I switched the machine on, and my tongue started going into the machine,
It was wild, it was threading all around, it was goin' up and down and all around,
But then it got jammed!  Me tongue was resting against the, umm,
(Red-hot projector bulb?)
Right!  And I stared smelling smoke!  It was like I was cookin' up a whole batch of, uh,
(Country-style patty sausages?)
Yeah, and I couldn't get it out, it was jammed.  So I reached for one of those, um,
(Shrimp forks?)
Yeah, and I just plucked it outa there, boy, I hate when that happens.
(I know whatcha mean.)

Ooh! (Ow!) Ouch!

Doncha hate when THAT happens?

I know whatcha mean.
(Tell me about it)

Ooh! (Ow!) Ouch!
I hate when I do that,
(I know whatcha mean...)

  - Saturday Night Live, Willie and Frankie (Billy Crystal and Christopher Guest), 1986?, I Hate When That Happens.

...so I took, my, umm,
(self-cutting movie projector?)
Yeah, and you know the slot where the film feeds in?
(Yeah?)
Well, I put my tongue in there, you know, just to see how far in I could get it to go.
(Yeah?)
Well I switched the machine on, and my tongue started going into the machine,
It was wild, it was threading all around, it was goin' up and down and all around,
But then it got jammed!  Me tongue was resting against the, umm,
(Red-hot projector bulb?)
Right!  And I stared smelling smoke!  It was like I was cookin' up a whole batch of, uh,
(Country-style patty sausages?)
Yeah, and I couldn't get it out, it was jammed.  So I reached for one of those, um,
(Shrimp forks?)
Yeah, and I just plucked it outa there, boy, I hate when that happens.
(I know whatcha mean.)

Ooh! (Ow!) Ouch!I know whatcha mean.
(Tell me about it)

Ooh! (Ow!) Ouch!
I hate when I do that,
(I know whatcha mean...)

  - Saturday Night Live, Willie and Frankie (Billy Crystal and Christopher Guest), 1986?, I Hate When That Happens.



Should have known that YOU would remember that. In fact, I was thinking of that when I posted.  ;) :D ;D ;D ;D


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