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Base Wanking! Daredevil Masturbators, Meet Your New Favorite Sport

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By HVvids on May 8, 2012

It’s like base jumping, but more dangerous. It’s like masturbating, but more awesome. Base Wanking: the sport of jerking off while free-falling from popular landmarks, as depicted here in this hilarious animated music video by demented hit factory Rather Good.

Warning: This will be stuck in your head for weeks, much to the chagrin of your wife and children and everyone around you. Second warning: There are tiny little animated weewees in the video.

Boss gone? Boss cool? Good. Hit play. Stifle your laughter. Base Wanking!

OK, the jury’s out on whether people actually do this sport. Perhaps we’ll never know, as it might be tough to document. But just you wait. When people like Jeb Corliss get bored with their wing suits and narrow escapes from death, they’ll start wanking. When weird-ass-porn connoisseurs reach a no-man’s-land of masturbatory thrills, they’ll start jumping. They always do.

Follow along with the lyrics below:

I love my sports extreme and yes I also enjoy wanking,
So for this brand new sport my lucky stars I’m really thanking,
It’s like base jumping but it’s got an extra spice of danger,
Before you pull your chute you’ve got to pull your sausage sabre

Atop the Eiffel Tower I drew in a bracing breath,
And leapt into the blue facing the likelihood of death,
As groundward I accelerated from the skies above,
I whipped out my veined purple-helmeted Spartan of Love

I plummeted while pummeling my pocket pleasure pickle,
I hurtled downwards whacking at my huge pink-seeking missile
I polished at the happy lamp, hurtled towards the deck
While praying with my little bishop in a turtle neck

I shouted out with horror at my fast-approaching doom,
As I fiddled with my meaty, manly, magenta mushroom,
But just as I thought this time I would surely surely die,
My man hammer chucked snot from his singular winking eye

I pulled on my rip chord as I relaxed my gripping fist,
My parachute unfurled as I rejoiced that death I’d missed,
I landed on the solid ground, and briefly had a weep,
Then curled up with my pants still down and fell soundly asleep.


(via The Aggregate)


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