At last, here’s a scientific endeavor I can get behind!

This is from an old issue of LIFE, whose entire archives are now available on Google. Apparently it was a strip club or something. And I dig that because it’s different than all the other names. Sure, you’ve got your Spearmint Rhinos and Peppermint Hippos and Junior Mint Giraffecunts. But it takes a real classy place to have the name Institute of Oral Love. That’s not just a strip club. It’s a research facility based around the basic principles that men will pay money to see women’s vaginas and have their orifices do something to their genitals (something that lazy prick Isaac Newton conveniently avoided doing a theory on).

Anyway, the point is, I wish this place still existed as a training grounds based on its name. Not to name any names, but some ex girlfriends of mine might want to book themselves a three week stay at this Institute instead of the institutions I found them at. If you try to f a crazy girl in the ass but tell her it’ll keep the aliens from listening to her thoughts, more often than not, you’ll win!