Private Cloud Is a Rocking Bed (Both Ways)



The Private Cloud is a patented rocking bed by German designer Manuel Kloker. They don't tell the price, but it is real. You buy it and it's supposed to be all like, you know, wheeeeee, and then whoooooo, and then one goes like oh, what about and you are like hmmmyes, which gets into a hummmm oooh hmmm oooh mmmm gooodie and then the other is like oooohNICEyeslikethat and you are both like awwyeah and the bed is doing creak creak creak and suddenly you find yourself into a splooch-flap-splooch-flap-splooch-flap kind of messy situation and the bed keeps going creek-creak-creek-creak-creek-creak and then it's all gets into a ooooooh-my-godddd-SPLASSSSH-bufffff pant pant pant explosion which ends in a few smooch smooch smooch and zzzzzzzz.

That's one neat bed. Even if I don't have a clue what you were trying to say. The one issue I see is the fact that I out weigh my wife by a significant amount. If she's already in the bed when I jump in on my side, she's gonna end up plastered on the wall. I wonder?? No, forget that.

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Ron

It's the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.
It's the Soldier, not the politicians
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.

How do you have sex on it?

quote Originally posted by IEatRice: How do you have sex on it?

That my freind is for me to know and you to figure out.

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Ron

It's the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.
It's the Soldier, not the politicians
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.

Heh, re-read the post.

Also, you are meant to sleep on it with your head on one side and feet on the other.. If it rocks, your head or your feet move up or down...

If you can make it roll over, it gives a whole new meaning to "around the world"!

quote Originally posted by blackrams: Even if I don't have a clue what you were trying to say.

He basically was saying something about "flapping" and something about finding himself in a mess....

Let's break this down....

You buy it and it's supposed to be all like, you know, wheeeeee, and then whoooooo,
Translation: Wow, this thing is pretty fun when it rocks, you should come join me.

and then one goes like oh, what about and you are like hmmmyes, which gets into a hummmm oooh hmmm oooh mmmm gooodie and then the other is like oooohNICEyeslikethat and you are both like awwyeah
Translation: What happens when two people jump into a new bed that is vastly different from any other bed they have "been" in? You experiment with various things...

and the bed is doing creak creak creak and suddenly you find yourself into a splooch-flap-splooch-flap-splooch-flap kind of messy situation
Translation: Continuation of above... Only now, all of the appropriate smells and noises and sensations occur....

and the bed keeps going creek-creak-creek-creak-creek-creak and then it's all gets into a ooooooh-my-godddd-SPLASSSSH-bufffff pant pant pant explosion
Translation: Continuation of above with a grand finale...

which ends in a few smooch smooch smooch and zzzzzzzz.
Translation: The usual ending to these kinds of things.

quote Originally posted by Synthesis: Let's break this down.... You buy it and it's supposed to be all like, you know, wheeeeee, and then whoooooo, Translation: Wow, this thing is pretty fun when it rocks, you should come join me. and then one goes like oh, what about and you are like hmmmyes, which gets into a hummmm oooh hmmm oooh mmmm gooodie and then the other is like oooohNICEyeslikethat and you are both like awwyeah Translation: What happens when two people jump into a new bed that is vastly different from any other bed they have "been" in? You experiment with various things... and the bed is doing creak creak creak and suddenly you find yourself into a splooch-flap-splooch-flap-splooch-flap kind of messy situation Translation: Continuation of above... Only now, all of the appropriate smells and noises and sensations occur.... and the bed keeps going creek-creak-creek-creak-creek-creak and then it's all gets into a ooooooh-my-godddd-SPLASSSSH-bufffff pant pant pant explosion Translation: Continuation of above with a grand finale... which ends in a few smooch smooch smooch and zzzzzzzz. Translation: The usual ending to these kinds of things.

OK, my attempt to be somewhat funny obviously failed. I understood the intended message.

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Ron

It's the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.
It's the Soldier, not the politicians
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.

quote Originally posted by blackrams: OK, my attempt to be somewhat funny obviously failed. I understood the intended message.

Heh. It is so difficult to tell on here... and of course, many of us are geeks, and have never had the guilty pleasure of experiencing the sensations and activities described above...

LOL

quote Originally posted by Synthesis: Heh. It is so difficult to tell on here... and of course, many of us are geeks, and have never had the guilty pleasure of experiencing the sensations and activities described above... LOL

OK, let's be clear about this, understanding the scenerio and actually having experience in that scenerio are distinctly two different things, unfortunately.
As the old indian joke goes:
Cowgirl to Indian as she raises her hand in a greeting: "How"
Indian's response: Me know how, me want chance.

I know, I know, old joke.

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Ron

It's the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.
It's the Soldier, not the politicians
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.

[This message has been edited by blackrams (edited 02-01-2008).]

oh.....360* of sex


if this bed is a rockin' ,
don't come a knockin'