"Rear Entry" v. "Sex from behind"
 

No, you're getting bad info. There are plenty of good orgasms when hittin it from the back. I sometimes find it difficult to prolong matters that way, and have to work extra hard to distract myself.

I hope this is not too morbid for a Friday.
 

Obviously YMMV, but I want to have such a place for my family members. The graveyard where my grandfather is bured is a very important place for me.

"Rear Entry" v. "Sex from behind"
 

horses, courses, strokes, folks. And I think I dated you briefly.

Edited to add a question: What is it with the holding off thing? Is it that it's better if you don't play through (so to speak, and I may not be using that correctly but y'all get the gist) and instead ponder the ugly cafeteria lady from high school for a while in the middle? Or that you know once you come it's going to be over at least for a while? Or that you are going to fall asleep or whatever right after you come so if she hasn't yet she's just out of luck or will have to whip out her magic wand or otherwise take care of herself?

PJ, did you used to be "getout"
 

before you were notforprofit? http://www.infirmation.com/bboard/cl...?msg_id=001UBQ

I hope this is not too morbid for a Friday.
 

Agree, and anyone who's done genealogical research can confirm that it's a meaningful experience to locate and stand before the grave of some long-lost ancestor for whom you've been searching --- often, the records written in stone are the only ones that survive for long.

So maybe I'll rethink the burial at sea thing, or at least stick a stone marker with St8's .sig line somewhere.

I can only assume you were being funny
 

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"Rear Entry" v. "Sex from behind"
 

which is how I read the story versus BRC's read

I hope this is not too morbid for a Friday.
 

However, I am of the opinion that cemetaries are very conducive to eating lunch. I highly recommend this if it is convenient. Even if not visiting with your own relatives - go ahead and visit someone else's. Why not?

When I was in univ., I often took lunch at an old grave yard beside my faculty building. I usually ate with Arthur. Arthur (last name illegible, and I never was bothered enough to go to the parish records to check) was a prof. who died in 1824, and had this nice above-ground stone casket in the classic hexagonal shape. It was a bit crumbly looking and I was vaguely worried that old Arthur himself would spill out the bottom when I sat on it one day, but it remained sturdy enough. Anyhow, I'd take my sandwich and perch on Arthur's crypt and watch the birds flit by, and sometimes foxes & badgers &c - the older sections of the cemetary were very grown over, and they only mowed sections in 5 year rotations. I told Arthur about the latest faculty gossip, got a bit of a tan, whatever. I remember Arthur more fondly than some of my classmates, actually. Brought him a big bunch of flowers when I graduated.

Also on this subject, re: burying cremated people, I am reminded of the story behind a favorite headstone. Seems a chap had the good fortune to outlive 4 wives, and he had them all cremated in urns in his house until - disaster struck - the cat knocked all 4 of them down into a big ashy pile. So he buried them, with the headstone:

Stranger pause and shed a tear,
For Mary Jane lies buried here,
Mingled in a most surprising manner
With Susan, Marie and portions of Hannah.

BR(the headstone may be apocryphal, but if so, please, nobody tell me)C

I can only assume you were being funny
 

What you dont understand, my petty hairless misogynist is that I am talking In Real Life. Not here.

I hope this is not too morbid for a Friday.
 

I'm self righteous and me no eatta the cow, pig or calf. What do make of that?

I can only assume you were being funny
 

Pot calling the kettle chrome?

Get Thee to a Doctor
 

I don't know why this was such a problem. It's probably much better to run with a spliff than a whole six pack. But maybe they were just pissed that you didn't share.

TM

I hope this is not too morbid for a Friday.
 

Here, subject to the earth's decay,
Lies Benjamin Arbuthnot Jay.
Deep in his sempiternal home,
A constant source of high grade loam.

I hope this is not too morbid for a Friday.
 

This reminds me that our cat's ashes are perched on top of the television cabinet -- not a spot he ever hung out, alas -- for lack of a more permanent resting place. In principle, we'd like to scatter them somewhere that he loved, but he was an indoor cat and it seems silly to scatter the ashes on the couch and then vacuum them up.

PJ, did you used to be "getout"
 

nope. I'd never write a business letter by hand. why?