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[robustpuppy]

Originally Posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)

I think you have now clearly surpassed
Atticus (not to mention Ruysbroeck) as the
premier anal fetishist on the board.

Poetic.

[Fugee]

Fugee Sister told me her first grader complained her head itched at supper a couple nights ago. You guessed it -- lice. So she had to run to the drug store, launder all the bedding in the girls' room and treat my niece's scalp.

Ewwwwwww.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally Posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)

I think you have now clearly surpassed
Atticus (not to mention Ruysbroeck) as the
premier anal fetishist on the board.

actually, I'd would want neither act, but wonder about the implication of "returning" a sexually, what? unique?, gift. "no, no thank darling." I mean might that not be an awkward moment?

[dtb]

Originally Posted by robustpuppy

The FriendShip was an airplane. Barbie was a stewardess (not a flight attendant; and today she would be the pilot).

But math is hard!

Originally Posted by robustpuppy

She had a cute uniform and a beverage cart and there was a galley and a cockpit.

I think I had this. Either I did, or my best friend did, because I remember playing with it All. The. Time.

My camping tent was not nearly as well loved.

[evenodds]

Originally Posted by Fugee

It's all about perspective. FMF doesn't sound at all sexy to me. I don't recall E/O giving off any bi-curious vibes so I went with her, the ex and the Sweep.

Bi-curious, not really, but sex is sex. My problem with 3somes or group sex is that it is more about performance art than about great sex. There is some titillation to be had just from being in a sexually charged situation, but I prefer the intimacy of monogamous sex over the performance of a group scenario.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?

That doesn't look like a corner office.

I can understand your confusion. You mistook my outburst as the final, flailing, impotent wail against the crushing inevitability of helplessness, oppression, and irrelevance, whereas in truth it was a fierce, snarling explosion of virile rage, a shot across the bow of the ship of the incompetents, the malcontents, and the ineffectual.

[dtb]

Originally Posted by greatwhitenorthchick

I loved Lego too. Loved it. And Meccano.

Barbies were banned in our house and I destroyed all my other doll-like things (cut off their limbs and head, performed major surgery), so Legos were a good bet.

I never had a Barbie (which makes me think the Barbie airplane must have been my friend's), but I had Skipper, Dawn (wtf is that anyway?) and The Sunshine Family! You think bn'b is an earth mother -- she's got nuthin' on my mother.

No paper bags for lunches, no name-brand peanut butter (only the "organic" -- but surely it wasn't called that then -- kind), no watching The Flintstones because it was too sexist, no plastic sandwich bags (not environmentally friendly -- and I'm OLD!), only waxed paper. The list goes on and on. I felt like the uncoolest kid alive.

This explains a lot, too, I'm sure.

[John Phoenix]

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?

That doesn't look like a corner office.

I have a red stapler.

[John Phoenix]

Originally Posted by evenodds

Bi-curious, not really, but sex is sex. My problem with 3somes or group sex is that it is more about performance art than about great sex. There is some titillation to be had just from being in a sexually charged situation, but I prefer the intimacy of monogamous sex over the performance of a group scenario.

Is that based on experience or suspicion?

[dtb]

Originally Posted by evenodds

The woman who just gave birth to your second Coltrane? Buy her Le Creuset.

ETA: I have the red, which I love, and use for roasting and braising, etc.

Mine are blue. I use them for oatmeal and osso bucco. But not at the same time.

In other news, pictures of my shotgun wedding are available now. PM me for details!

[dtb]

Originally Posted by Sparklehorse

Recently, one of the local news stations did some fluff piece on "ways you give away that you are an old" and one way was wearing a watch. People hovering around age 20 or so all rely on their cell phones for telling time on the go.

My luddite husband does the same thing.

And he's not exactly in his 20s. He doesn't even know how to access his email. Go figure.

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally Posted by dtb

I never had a Barbie (which makes me think the Barbie airplane must have been my friend's), but I had Skipper, Dawn (wtf is that anyway?) and The Sunshine Family! You think bn'b is an earth mother -- she's got nuthin' on my mother.

No paper bags for lunches, no name-brand peanut butter (only the "organic" -- but surely it wasn't called that then -- kind), no watching The Flintstones because it was too sexist, no plastic sandwich bags (not environmentally friendly -- and I'm OLD!), only waxed paper. The list goes on and on. I felt like the uncoolest kid alive.

This explains a lot, too, I'm sure.

This is my childhood to a tee. I think our mothers both went to the same school of child-rearing.

Was Hogan's Heroes also banned in your household?

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally Posted by robustpuppy

Poetic.

Not really, but this is:

Curious Hank asks
Blumpkin Rusty Trombone trade?
Butt fetish revealed.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally Posted by greatwhitenorthchick

This is my childhood to a tee. I think our mothers both went to the same school of child-rearing.

Was Hogan's Heroes also banned in your household?

Mine too, actually.

My mother also made my clothes.

It. Was. Humiliating.

[evenodds]

Originally Posted by greatwhitenorthchick

This is my childhood to a tee. I think our mothers both went to the same school of child-rearing.

Was Hogan's Heroes also banned in your household?

It was absolutely banned in mine: "there is nothing funny about Nazis." In fact, my goy mother created and enforced that rule and not saying the word Hitler in our house.

Which brings me to my favorite Shit My Dad Says tweet: "The worst thing you can be is a liar....Okay fine, yes, the worst thing you can be is a Nazi, but THEN, number two is liar. Nazi 1, Liar 2"