Brazilian
 

Like you, of all people, know from vulgar.

not7yS

What's next, an article on product recalls at Cogsworth's Cogs?
 

Apropos of my "where are the flying cars I was promised?" rant of the other day, Slate has an article on why we don't have flying cars.

The short answer? According to the author: What the flying-car faithful tend to ignore are the concept's mundane flaws. Start with what may sound like a minor concern—noise ... It seems unlikely that suburban America, where the background noise rarely rises above 70 decibels, would put up with the rush-hour roar as commuters rev their engines.

Grumble.

Brazilian
 

It's a threat to the husband of the esthetician. I don't think he would want his wife waxing/trimming up our pubic hair.

"Your wife was wonderful with my balls."

Oh, and that's the only emoticon that came close. I wasn't referring to butts, just the pubic area.

Brazilian
 

For some reason I cannot find it again, but I originally found it in the "Mothers who think" archive. (Why is there no archive for "Mothers who don't think"?)

Brazilian
 

Ah, I gotcha. It's okay to rip hair by the root out of strangers' scrotums (scroti?), but not people you know.

Brazilian
 

Somehow I'm doubting she'd ever be able to look at them the same way. Of course, it's likely the pain of that emotion would be felt even more heavily by the guys ("wait, you're the chick who shaved my ass . . . gotta run")

Brazilian
 

I wondered about the location of the article too and did a search for "wax" and both came up.

Gwyneth piece

"Mother" piece

"Personal" services
 

Isn't that true of most personal services? You want them to be impersonal. I don't want to see my doctor in a social setting ("you really shouldn't eat so much of that steak, what with your colon problems"). I don't want my accountant to know me ("hmm, how do you afford that house on your income"). Nor a therapist ("you really should hit on that woman with more confidence, as we discussed").

If (and I use the contrary-to-fact subjunctive advisedly), I were to want my balls shaved, I certainly would not go to a friend, or a friend's wife, for the service.

Singh apologizes to Sorenstam
 

I'd like to address with the dumbest thing you said first, so let's start with this:
If I completely pick apart your idiotic argument and call you a moron at the same time, it is not "material." Material is "yo mama dropped you on your dented, brainless head one too many times." What I did was state that you are stupid for making the wrong argument and doing it poorly. So, get it straight.


The problem is, you don't listen. I said she doesn't deserve to be in the tournament. She is playing to make a statement: "Girls can compete with boys at the highest level" or "At the very least, I can compete with boys at the highest level." To make such a statement, you should qualify for the tournament. She is being let in. Therefore, why she is being let in or how she is being let in is irrelevant. I already said that I have no problem with the chick who qualified for the Greater Hartford. Pay attention.

If I were you, I would have been tired of it long ago when it was clear you had no idea what you were talking about.

TM

"Personal" services
 

Indeed. Many many moons ago, when I was going to a therapist, she showed up in the bar I was working and proceeded to get tipsy, and I had to serve her. It was pure coincidence - she had no idea where I worked and it was a popular place so why shouldn't she go there (she didn't need to sit at the bar though, that was weird). But still it was awful - some worlds just shouldn't collide. I did not go back to her after that.

"Personal" services
 

"So there's this drunk chick at the bar. And she's going on and on about how her job sucks...huh...whatshedo?...oh, she's a therapist...and she's ranting and raving about how she HAS TO LISTEN to all these loons day in and day out...and its driving her to drink...I know, small violin...wha?...oh, she was getting drunk and had a nice rack, so I let her rant....anyway - GET THIS, she starts talking about one of her lunatics, right...some nutjob from Canada who has these delusions of becoming a lawyer some day - meanwhile, shes banging every hockey player that passes thru town...Eh? Yeah, the hockey bear in the Labatt commerical, yeah, she fucked him too...but get this, apparently, this chick has a thing for Don Cherry....

"Personal" services
 

Aha! I *knew* that gwnc was the hot chick in the blue dress who says "oooooh, you must be so hungry" to the hockey bear in that Labatt commercial!

Oh, and speaking of chicks and sports, Manon Rheume played in goal for the Lightning (hockey and Florida --- please) in a preseason game back in the day. And apropos of nothing, she was a cutie -- I'm sure that if she looked like a guy that her picture wouldn't have graced the pages of newspapers everywhere.

"Personal" services
 

Speaking of cuties, Not Bob, I am loving your new avatar, and I think it deserves public appreciation.

Rockford was yummy.

Edited to note that while the misplaced modifier in the sentence above suggests that I think I am cute, what I really mean to say is that I think both Not Bob and young James Garner are cute.

Happy Gilmore
 

Annika earned about $2.8 million last year from LPGA purses. Her endorsement deals weren't too shabby either, and she also had some silly season events like Battle at Bighorn. Only 7 men earned more in PGA purses than did Annika. No tear in my eye, at least for her. The dames who're struggling to make the cut each week, they could sure use some bigger purses.

Singh apologizes to Sorenstam
 

Barely.