AntifaSuperWombat [she/her]

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Cake day: March 2nd, 2021

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  • Breene et al. in 1965 had demonstrated salt absorption in cheese, when curd is submerged in brine. In this alternative hypothesis curd, contained within a horsehair or cloth bag, is submerged in warm pregnant mare urine, within a buried clay pot. This is just a variation of buried clay pot irrigation which has been known for over 2100 years. Clay pots could be buried singly or as a group within a small depression. It could then be intermittently refreshed with warm urine from nearby tethered pregnant mares. One mare can daily produce between 7.6 to 11.9 litres of urine. The pot’s aperture could be covered with a large cloth. This, fixed in position by pegs, would absorb the urine and preferentially drain it into it by placing a small stone placed over each clay pot’s aperture, causing a further depression. The curd, having absorbed oestrogens, is then extracted and prepared as cheese for storage and later ingestion.

    The "recipe" if anyone is curious.






  • Pretty proud of that line. My shitposting has reached new levels. doggirl-grin

    EDIT: Just out of curiosity, I tried to find out if this is even feasible and well... it’s technically possible but you’d die if you tried to get proper levels. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/373359815_Did_Sythian_men_feminise_themselves_by_drinking_pregnant_mare%27_s_urine




  • Dear Gentleman,

    I’m a young, coquette Mademoiselle, thrice widowed, looking for a fine, upstanding husband to experience the joys of life with. As an accomplished housewife, I of course can provide everything a man needs in a household, including wiping your buttocks. I enjoy making dolls out of old fabric and Bakelite, but will keep it a secret to our neighbours to not make myself seem too intelligent, out of respect for my dear husband.

    In return for my unendling love I expect a monthly wage of 300 Dollars, a clean-shaven face and body every single morning and I need you to drink the urine of a pregnant mare twice per day.

    I’m longingly awaiting your answer, my dear future wif...I mean husband.