what is the precise level of embarrassment Slate should feel for publishing articles by Steven E. Landsburg? Is it as though Slate has come to school, forgetting to put on any clothes? Or is it more like Slate has been caught masturbating by its grandmother, third grade teacher, and Gregory Peck, the entire episode televised on PBS?
I am Courtney Cox's asshole.
Slow learner.
For good measure, I waited for David to get home, and let him fuck me from behind for like, fifteen minutes.
Ewwwwwwww.
Note to self: Check the PBS listings more often.
Slow learner.
Them's fightin' words.
I was amused by parts
At the Mineshaft.
amusement is not the word for one's interactions with parts at the mineshaft.
Not that many of the parts would not be amusing in another setting.
At the mineshaft, it is the parts that are amused by you.
At the mineshaft, it is the parts that are amused by you.
The Mineshaft is in Soviet Russia?
it's just like Soviet Russia, except we don't call each other comrades, and the hammers and sickles are used differently.
Your mouth says nyet nyet nyet, but your parts says Da! Da! Da!
(Your soul stares glumly at the steppe, trapped in the gulag of depair and robotic lust.)
Joe's Garage was in Soviet Russia, too?
Funnily enough, in China, the old word for "comrade" (tongzhi), which had fallen out of common use over the course of the 80's due to its fustiness, became in the 90's a slang term that gay men used to refer to fellow homosexuals.
Mitch, you were in China?
What, is that the best you can do?