Yes, yes: the title “Cock-flavored Soup” most deliciously stimulates a node in the brain reserved exclusivly for all that is raunchy.

When the senses are presented with a stimulus which can in even the most obscure way be interpreted as *dirty*, *lewed*, *sexie*… you get the idea:  this raunch node fires up and synapsifies gleefully, infesting millions of other nodes with expectations of titilation.  (No shit, this reallly happens!)

If the stimulus is followed by the presentation of something truly *pornographic*, then a person is titilated.  Either titilation continues until the novelty wares off, or it is converted by “Darth Vader” type nodes into guilt and disgust.

If the stimulus is followed by something not at all *pornographic*, the raunch node misfires erratically, “Darth Vader” type nodes quiver with lack of suitable stimulation and the expectation of titilation and/or guilt and/or disgust are quashed, leaving one in a state of utter dissapointment.

We all need to appreciate the fact that we enjoy the expectation of titilation.  This doesn’t make us *bad* people, it makes us *human* people.  It’s what we do with it that matters.

Something to think about:  If “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” were written and produced today as a motion picture, it would need to be rated R.  Yet, this play was the focus of my and many other’s grade 10 English curriculum.  We had a nice, seemingly straight-laced English teacher.  She often referred to “underlying off-colour humor’ in the play, ‘But we won’t disguss this in class!’

It’s surprising how quickly one can learn to relate to Olde English with this kind of *stimulation*.

To summarise:  relax, have some fun and enjoy the many foibles of the human mind......