People who need to share stuff coming out of their nether regions
 

My father-in-law (the OB-GYN) makes all his patients have enemas prior to delivery (if there is time, that is). He also complains about stinky feet; he thinks it's the result of the patients not wearing socks with their tennis shoes.

My husband's entire immediate family are physicians (he is the exception); I told my elder boy that the only profession he could choose that would be worse than being a lawyer is being a doctor. (Something all the in-laws readily agreed to!)

I sometimes fantasize about the life I should have had -- being a doctor (but damn if those labs during college were just too much of a hassle for me to ever have lasted through pre-med, much less medical school). However, in my reveries, I am NEVER an OB-GYN. Maybe a psychiatrist, but you can't really bill that much (kind of like being a lawyer -- what with your selling your time and all...) or a dermatologist -- you can easily see 4 patients an hour (but that can get kind of gross when patients have icky growths or other nasty conditions)... anaesthesiology, yeah -- that's it.... no office hours...

But residency, man, what a BITCH!! We're a bunch of pussies complaining about BigFlaw -- residency totally sucks. And doctors really don't make that much money (well, compared to the average joe, but certainly not compared to the average bigFlaw lawyer). Plus, you don't start earning until your 30s! (Assuming you specialize and went straight through school.) My brother-in-law (general surgery residency -- 7 years; oncological surgery fellowship -- 2 years) is 35 years old and JUST started his first job -- and makes under $200K.

So, how about those Mets?
 

Bullshit. You are the recovering anorexic. If we know we wnt to fuck the guy we eat light for two main reasons

1) so we dont feel fat, with our bellies hanging out and
2) so we arent all full and drowsy and overly sated.

So, how about those Mets?
 

And I'll forego the asparagus for you.

So, how about those Mets?
 

I just figured why I hate Britney Spears besides the obvious. She has the misspelled, southen bastardized version of a first name I used to love, and her last name reminds me of asparagus cum.

Feeeeeeed Meeeeeeee
 

Both. I like being around people who enjoy eating and the process of eating. And, if she eats like a pig and is still thin and hot, then I'm thinking "high metabolism = never will get fat".

Very picky eaters drive me up the fucking wall. I know, I like Romano better than Parmesan too -- but deal with it and quit bitching.

But if she's REALLY hot, the amount of food consumed is immaterial.

People who need to share stuff coming out of their nether regions
 

Which brings to my mind the question, how the hell would I put socks on in the latter months of pregnancy? Ugh. This just all seems so messy and inconvenient. I note that it is mostly the fathers on here singing the praises of having kids.

Happiness, Panic, and Good Decisionmaking
 

Our poor babysitter was one of the unfortunate people who was on the freakin' SUBWAY during the blackout last month. She said it was by far the most horrible experience of her life.

Apparently, in that situation, quite a few people panicked. (I probably would have -- how freakin' AWFUL!)

So, how about those Leafs?
 

Uh, no. I would prefer that you not interfere with my dreams of a three sport sweep for Atlanta teams in the 2003 season (or two sports with the Bills winning the Super Bowl). Thank you.

I heart Brad Tapper.

http://www.atlantathrashers.com/reso...02111506_a.gif

So, how about those Mets?
 

It's been a while, but the last woman I dated generally liked to have the hot sex before the meal, to whet her appetite, eat well, but not too heavy, have a two drinks and then back home for more of the hot sex.

I've never dated your momma, so I don't know about her appetite, other than the fact that no living person has ever claimed to have been at table with her and survived.

Your wife and I don't really tend to eat much when we get together. We just fuck a lot and then laugh at pictures of you.

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What if she eats what she finds in her nose?

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Ha! You've just proven you're a liar. She's never cared enough about me to take any pictures.

TM

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If she eats it with gusto and eloquently expresses her enjoyment of the whole picking-nose-and-eating-results process, I would think that would be great.

So, how about those Mets?
 

Huh. I guess that must be the UPS guy.

So, how about those Mets?
 

Okay, I see what you are saying in terms of wanting to look and feel good for the sex. For whatever reason your earlier phrasing confused me. I think because of Cosmo saying something about a passion for food = a passion for sex, which I don't think is true, but Cosmo is always right.

Oh--and the order is:

1. Sex
2. Liquor
3. Food (those nuts that come in gin and tonics and/or cherries from the "buffet")
4. Liquor
5. Sex

A Tip for Thurgreed
 

Dearest Thurgreed, I was offended by the specific portion of your post I quoted in my post.

I was just reminding you that your joke may be cute to girls in their 20s, but there are some of us who find the humor a little lacking.

Since you know someone with fertility issues, I would think you would understand how and why.