The Walrus was recently given a gag birthday present of a cock ring. With the possession, unused, hidden in my sock drawer and a flight to Canada with Waldo Cheerio imminent, I decided to attempt this task. And consider: I was flying with my parents and young sister.



Waldo: Obviously, certain anatomical defects prevent The Walrus from wearing a cock ring the traditional way, but after reading the discussion on Lincoln's Explore Greatness in Art I knew the feminist tasker underground would spring to her defense if we come under fire for an unorthodox penile praxis. Also it did not fit me.

The Walrus: To keep with the spirit, rather than the letter of the task, we figured the best way to challenge any zealous security employees would be to keep the device in plain view, and make it non-trivial to remove it from my person so that it would come under scrutiny if challenged. The only way I could find of wearing it both in plain view, but also so that it did not instantly arouse suspicion in my accompanying family, was as a belt buckle.


Mr. Cheerio took pictures, designed the knot, and talked the Walrus into doing the task. We were lucky in that the flight was at six-thirty am and my family was grumpy and less observant than they might have been.

While the notion of this task appeals to any true tasker immediately, the challenge of making a story out of it worthy of being read has become a problem, as U.S. security measures have prohibited any recording near airline security checkpoints. So we took a picture as soon after we passed through security as possible.




Through!




See the photo album for the full story, and plenty of tangential nonsense.