The Perfect Phallus
It sadly appears that Mrs. Candy, a member here has died.
I hope that you are residing enthroned in Phallic Heaven, Mrs. C.
Thank you for sharing this sad news with us.The Perfect Phallus is dedicated to the memory of its founder, Mrs. Candy, who lost her battle with ovarian cancer on December 28, 2007, and whose love for the aesthetic beauty of the Phallus was indefatigable and unmatched.
She deserves respect for drooling over young men with big dicks and making a site about it?
My we do live in a strange world...
She deserves respect for fighting valiantly against ovarian cancer you hateful fucktard.
Unlike you, the other members of this site have a heart as well as the good sense to NOT speak ill of the dead.
Think_Kink bought up a good point, why are you here if you are going to be hateful of the supporters of the large penis'?
The website isn't going away, but apparently Mrs. Candy has died of cancer. I wonder if there ever really was a Mrs. Candy, or if that name was just made up? Maybe someone else is taking over the website so they killed her off.
Italian978 this has to be one of the top 10 most ignorant posts you have ever made! SHE DIED FROM OVARIAN CANCER!!! If there were an address posted I would suggest you send a Mass card to atone your sins.
It said she lost a battle to ovarian cancer, I do not think it is wise to deny those at rest the respect they deserve.
Agreed!
Vintage I
by W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Rest in Peace Mrs. Candy,
Thank you for bringing great joy to many, in spite of your personal pain.
