While reading the comments on Balloon Juice:
“…and it takes 35 minutes to get from Erect to Climax, in NC.”
Really?
![Getting from Erect to Climax](https://i0.wp.com/farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2922915486_c618fb4814.jpg?resize=500%2C441)
Here is another one:
“Pennsylvania has Intercourse, and also Bird in Hand.…Blue Ball too, not far from Intercourse, oddly enough.”
![Blue Ball is not far from Intercourse.](https://i0.wp.com/farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2922934764_f7c96d8f32.jpg?resize=500%2C441)
I’m not surprised. How many of you entertained yourself as kids trying to laugh at all the crazy names of places off the Pennsylvania Turnpike? I know I did. In fact, Flackette tells me that one of her friends purchased a keychain from there that said, “I love Intercourse, PA.” And to think, I didn’t even know what blue balls were until I saw Superbad.
With all this sexual innuendo, it sort of makes me see the title of my own blog in a different light! 😀
I think I’ve got you beat:
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&saddr=robert%27s+arm,+nl&daddr=come+by+chance,+nl+to:dildo,+nl+to:conception+bay,+nl&hl=en&geocode=&mra=ls&sll=48.4077,-54.556935&sspn=4.032997,8.250732&ie=UTF8&z=7
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Heh.. missed the rollover (-:
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It is faster if you fly.
Middlesex, Pa!