It's amazing, isn't it? Goddamn women, redecorating everything they touch. The guys around here are just *whipped* now, I tell you. Whipped.
Overrun by 47-year-old balding men.
I for one welcome our new 47-year-old balding overlords.
Hey, the main page is on Eastern Time and the comments are on Mountain. Ain't the first anniversary yet in Texas, missy!
Wow, you're right. Has that always been the case?
No, I prescheduled the post and got everything kinda messed up. Oh well. As long as nobody throws up a new post in the next 2 hours, everything'll be OK.
Feel free to insert your "This is what happens when you let the ladies run the place" jokes here: ____
It's actually guys who are supposed to have trouble holding off.
That would have to be a very short joke.
As long as nobody throws up a new post
They're not that bad.
DING DING DING DING and now it is Alameiday in Texas. Happy Alameiday!
I'm going to look at my paper for a while to figure out if I finished my argument, then I'm going to bed.
See? You bring on a BWO and next thing you know, five baby bloggers. This is why women shouldn't be in the military.
That's a good plan, Matt. You shouldn't go to bed still angry.
100% true story: The first place my first wife and I lived was a little farmhouse and our landlords, who owned the farm, were a couple in their 80s. The wife, who was this tough-as-nails, smart-assed, take-no-shit little old woman advised us that the secret to making a marriage last was never to go to bed angry "'cause you just don't know when you might decide to beat someone to death in their sleep."
1: You make a good point, the BWOs are always withholding sex from me.
1: yes, even the creme de la creme can get whipped. Just remember to stop whipping when it peaks, or you get butter.
I was whipped before any of you posers.
Not that there's anything wrong with butter, if that's the intention. I think that's the premise for As The Whirled Churns.
Apparently it's midnight and my brain has turned into a pumpkin again.
There's got to be some connection between its being the anniversary of female Unfoggeding, and its being Valentine's Day. but I am in too much of a daze to make it.
Does 'Ben w-lfs-n' mean Blogger With Ovaries?
22 -- yeah that would do it. Thanks.
There's got to be some connection
It's that everybody ♥s Alameida.
Just remember to stop whipping when it peaks, or you get butter.
ATM.
Ogged (PBUH) was the first to be whipped by the new BwOs, though.
(Welcome back, Sam K!)
I'm pretty sure that I don't want to get what I deserve.
So true- can't swing a dead link in this place without getting it tangled in a fallopian tube.
Hmm, I dreamt of death and lesbians recently too. In mine, my lesbian aunt (the historian) died, and that her old girlfriend (also a historian) tried to seduce me at the funeral.
Oops. That should have been on the other thread.
death and lesbians
That would make a great band name.
That would make a great band name.
Better: Death and the Lesbians.
Lesbian Compote Death is what happens when, despite the fact that both partners really like fruit salad, no one gets around to making it any more.
37 "begs" the question of whether sex is qualitatively different from fruit salad.
I once heard an argument that canned peaches shared textural properties with a certain sex act. Perhaps Freud would like to further investigate all of these men who don't like fruit salad.
Acts don't have textures, Becks.
However: Of course words, sounds, scents, touch (think of, for instance (and I admit I have never participated in such an event, but saw one commemorated on the Simpsons once! so it must be true!) passing around peeled grapes and announcing them to be someone's eyes on Halloween) and, yes, images are valuable spurs to imaginative activity of all stripes. This is not controversial, is it?