The Institute of Grinding

What a tremendous institution. The Institute of Grinding sits, unobtrusively, halfway up Park Row. One might walk past it time and time again, witout even noticing it. Grinding, of course, is a favourite past-time of the Hands, usually performed in the Wedge. It involves choosing a lucky lady who has taken your fancy, going up to her, and rubbing yourself up against her. This is done mainly with the crotchular-region. If done correctly, it should to the lucky lady taking a shine to you, and perhaps even kissing you. If done incorrectly, or without the requisite mojo, it can lead to a slap. Grinding is thus an art, and not one which ought to be performed lightly. It is thus a tremendous thing that the Institure of Grinding exists, to spread the genius of grinding far and wide; and to help those of us who were not good at grinding to avoid slaps. Thus the Institute of Grinding is the best named thing in the world. As such, it is the centre of all mojo, genius, and light. Next time you go past it, make sure you salute it with a 'Roar for the Institute of Grinding'. You will be sure to be rewarded.