The Clevers

Occasionally I'll pick up a copy of the Daily Cal while I wait at the bus stop on College...mostly to flip through the pages as the 51 blazes down Bancroft at speeds in excess of Mach 1 while occasionally slowing down around Telegraph to let a few people jump off. Today was no exception. I really hate that paper. But I especially hate the Sex on Tuesdays columnist Mindy Friedman. She doesn't write anything that an internet savvy child predator can't copy and paste. Today's column, however, was the exception for one reason and one reason only: she mentioned the Cleveland Steamer. Item number 3 of her list of oh let's say awkward terms is:

3. Cleveland Steamer: It sounds like a football team, but it's just more backdoor shenanigans. This one is definitely reserved for that special someone. One partner squats over the chest of the other and poops-simple, yet elegant. My best guess as to the etymology of such a fantastic fable is that the "steamy" poop comes from the "cleaving" of the ass-crack.

Of course Boalt has a long and proud history of hosting the Steamers.