I don’t think I’ve ever used or even heard the phrase… unfortunately…?
But “the pussy of a dick” would be something like “vitun kyrpä”, which is something I may have used once or twice or thrice or…
But it’s more like saying “you fucking dick”. “Vittu” is our “fuck” more or less, contextually, although if you take it literally it means a certain type of female reproductive organ, yeah. But then again if you take “fuck” literally it’s having sex.
I… I think i was talking about the waxy cups? But maybe that’s fondant, too. (Though, somehow my smell association with fondant is the cold freezer-burn smell.)
I would also say I can picture a smell, but maybe “imagine” is a better word.
Synesthesia is any kind of crossing of senses. I had a friend in college who had synesthesia for colors and smells and shapes (I apparently smell like a purple and orange blobby shape) but she also had these weird ways of visualizing time that was also in a similar vein. It’s pretty complex and multifaceted.
Edit: This thread is delightfully full of giddy 90s trolls who are goofing on absolutely everything.
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Thanks. Had no idea as a Finn what this was about and I was born in the 80’s.
Are you the protagonist of My Summer Car?
I know the game but haven’t played it, so you tell me. Am I?
If you curse with things like “dick of a pussy”, I’m gonna guess yes.
I don’t think I’ve ever used or even heard the phrase… unfortunately…?
But “the pussy of a dick” would be something like “vitun kyrpä”, which is something I may have used once or twice or thrice or…
But it’s more like saying “you fucking dick”. “Vittu” is our “fuck” more or less, contextually, although if you take it literally it means a certain type of female reproductive organ, yeah. But then again if you take “fuck” literally it’s having sex.
Same. All of what you said. I figured it was something that just wasn’t a thing here.
Why can I vividly picture what these smell like?
That weird waxy coating, right?
Pretty sure what you’re thinking of is the blasphemy called fondant.
I… I think i was talking about the waxy cups? But maybe that’s fondant, too. (Though, somehow my smell association with fondant is the cold freezer-burn smell.)
Whoops, I misunderstood then.
That you can picture any kind of smell is worth calling a scientist about.
I picture your mom every night
With your nose?
Oh yeeah
It’s called synesthesia.
I can picture smells but I don’t think I have synesthesia, I thought that was just for seeing colors from sounds and stuff?
I would also say I can picture a smell, but maybe “imagine” is a better word.
Synesthesia is any kind of crossing of senses. I had a friend in college who had synesthesia for colors and smells and shapes (I apparently smell like a purple and orange blobby shape) but she also had these weird ways of visualizing time that was also in a similar vein. It’s pretty complex and multifaceted.
Edit: This thread is delightfully full of giddy 90s trolls who are goofing on absolutely everything.
Probably because it’s likely made of the obscenity that is American buttercream.