The Masturbation Anthem

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I thought I was done for tonight, but after eating some meatloaf and sauteed veggies and watching the McLaughlin Group and doing my verbal comments on same I felt the need to call up my permanently saved copy of Andre Rieu Live from Dublin in order to once again hear one of my favorite tunes, Irish Washerwoman. I have always loved this particular tune for some reason. And as I sat there on the couch watching and listening it suddenly hit me why I was so attracted to it: Irish Washerwoman is the international anthem of masturbation. Prove me wrong if you can.

As far as I know I am the first person to suggest this, but before you reject my idea out of hand, so to say, I urge you to consider these clues:

1. The tune becomes faster and faster as time goes on.
2. The tune is entirely consistent with the rythm of masturbation.
3. It is an Irish tune and the Irish love it.
4. The Irish are uncircumcised and as a result they may well be the masturbation champions of the known universe.

Beyond those observations I can not at the present moment offer anything else. You will have to decide for yourselves, on the basis of what I have written above, along with your possible experience of having listened to Irish Washerwoman and perhaps having jerked off to that glorious tune, or not.