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I heart rp.

I also heart risotto, and sleeping after a big meal and some liquor. But my favorite time for sex is the a.m. anyway...

Sad news for Thrasher
 

No. That wasn't the point. nfh/ncs' point was, although they may be able to have children, they don't want to hear about how empty their lives were without them. Hearing that you should have kids when you CAN have kids isn't harmful. It's annoying. That's the point.

TM

Sad news for Thrasher
 

Yeah, well, no shit :P

Sad news for Thrasher
 

Either read the posts I'm responding to or smack yourself around. That wasn't the point at the time. That point is a given. My point was that I'm sick of hearing people tell me how offended they are of people telling them how great their lives would be with kids when the complainer is perfectly capable of having kids, just chooses not to.

Jesus Christ. I'm not saying you should go around telling everyone to have kids. Pay attention.

TM

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

This is apparently quite common. My sister, an OBGyn, hoped to avoid making an already uncomfortable situation (having her pal look at her crotch) even worse (and then pooping on said friend) that she went to great pains to ensure that she did not have enough food to create any fecal matter near her due date.

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Me too. But late morning. All through first year of law school this guy and I would have sex a lot of days after our first class in the morning, because we seemed to have from about 10:40 - 1:00 free most days. He lived on campus and it just kind of worked out. Anyway, that was great great sex. We had sex all year in the morning and only really ever went on one date. It was weird. The next year he had graduated and I was almost conditioned to get horny at that time of day and he was gone! damn him.

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Ditto. Except for the risotto. I also enjoy a little sex right before going out to dinner. perhaps a quick lift of the skirt when I aint looking?

Tip for the single men (and I dont even think there are any on this board)- you can tell if you are gonna get laid on a date by the amount of food consumed by your date. Bet you didnt knwo this. Not alcohol. Food.

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

If ever a post belonged on the lawyers with kids board, it is this one. THis is beyond TMI. Did not need to read or know this. I would rather read an eight post catchup featuring Wonk talking about fucking and RP's tits.

RPed to add that I do appreciate you did not bring up the subject of corn. If SD ever blesses the world with little Dangerfield's I do not want to hear the story of the childbirth.

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Sounds fun. I was using a.m. loosely to mean "whenever the hell I get up". Frequently that will turn out the be the p.m. And I agree with paigs about pre-dinner sex too, as long as it is not so strenuous as to knock me out afterwards. Ah, sex talk...

Nosy questions.
 

I, I, I, b-b-b-ecause ... :sobbing:

BR(you bad, bad man)C

Timmyism and more
 

I heart paigow. Which is to say that I enjoy having crappy poker hands. Or something like that.

Anyone seen the Dave Attell/Lewis Black comedy tour yet? I'm going to see it tonight. Will report back...

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Taken with the previous posts, this seems to mean, light dinner = getting laid.

So long as she ORDERS light, fine. Just don't order the motherjumping pricey and huge Surf n Turf and pick at it all night. Not much annoys a guy more than running up a big tab and not eating (assuming they are paying)...

On the other end of the (truck) scale, if your date orders and consumes one of everything on the menu on her own, your leftovers and those of every table within a 25 foot radius, pretty much any thought of sex has long left the guy's mind... Of course, YMMV.

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

Anyone want to talk about episiotomies?



(I know, I know, I've caused enough trouble for the day.)

Happiness, Panic, and Good Decisionmaking
 

I've unfortunately seen and been involved in a good number of panic inducing events. I find that there are a couple different ways of responding. Some people, the panic shuts down and they just deal, very calmly, with whatever is going on.

Others freak out and make it difficult for the people who are calmly trying to deal.

Still others just freeze, and at least they aren't in the way of the people calmly trying to deal.


A friend who is in the Army told me that one of the biggest problems they have is when they go to war they never can know whether someone they just put in charge of a bunch of kids will fight or flee. And he also said the people you think are bravest are just as likely to cut and run as the ones you think are cowards. There simply is no control over it, you are either a fight or flight person and that's that.

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Us single guys do know this. That is why we attempt to pour as much booze down our date's throat as possible, so she'll be too full to eat and too drunk to say no.

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The right priority matrix is:

1. Sex with someone new and hot + coke (for purposes of this list, sex with two women at a time shall be deemed the equivalent of sex with someone new and hot)
2. Either one of the above by itself
3. Excellent, very good, or good food
4. Sex with a significant other
5. Weed
6. Jagermeister (simulates #5)
7. Other decent forms of alcohol
8. Sub-par food
9. Bad sex
10. Bad food
11. Bad booze

Seeing the Leafs win the Stanley Cup would be off the charts. Being on an incredible roll at a craps table or knocking someone out at the final table of a poker tournament would be between 2 and 3. Catching a foul ball at a World Series game was somewhere between #1 and #2. Getting a bad lapdance is probably around #10.5.

Is this clear?

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These rules do not square with my experiences, particularly if we interpret "the other end of the (truck) scale" to mean "if she orders the surf and turf, finishes it, and has dessert too."

But I don't think I've dated any of you.

Bennifer Assfleck
 

This has got to be a joke. These people are so fucking attention hungry. If not, just go and get married or have a JotP come to your house and do it and then have a party afterwards. Don't they have another movie coming out? That would explain all of this hype. Oh yeah, I like the way Britney Spears is described as a "longtime fan." What, she doesn't even rate "friend?"

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Tune in to Access Hollywood tonight for more details on the postponed Bennifer nuptials!

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I dunno. Cooking for women can lead to both vast quantities of food and considerable other activity. But the key was always pacing. Somewhere between the second and fourth courses, definitely not after dessert, was a good time to make a move. And there is something about the kitchen floor...

But when you cook at home you can pace the meal over many hours with several bottles of good wine, and are not simply stuffing it in as fast as a waiter can bring it.

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so apparently your priorities are

food
booze
sex

? You woudl rather get your fifty bucks worth than laid? Why not have em both and make a date with TM's momma.?

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Not with the women Taxwonk dates.

Thurgreed(so many momma jokes teed up with this post)Marshall

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Please explain. I am way confused. She eats light, you get sex? I thought it was "robust appetite, animal in bed"?

I need a guide on how to be a chick. I lost mine years ago. Women are confusing and I don't like it.

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And if they remember to take their geritol, they might just do it this year. (go Niewendyk! and all the other 40 yr olds)

Sad news for Thrasher
 

I'd ask you to send me the sperm, but I don't want the father of my kids to be so obnoxious.

Hey TM, maybe you could oblige me.

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Are you impressed, or repulsed?

So, how about those Mets?
 

I find a healthy appetite attractive. If some HOT girl is sitting across from me and eats everything in sight, my thoughts are still on sex.

If she's hot, she can pick her nose at the dinner table for all I care...

Bennifer Assfleck
 

I hate these people. here is the real story- all along it is wedding in october in their fifteen million buck digs in or around Savannah (how can a house cost that much in Savannah?). This SB leak, courtesy of Heather Desnt Exist from Wisnesota to stir publicity for them since everyone is fed up with the other bullshit.

Britney Spears checks in five days early ? Methinksnot. And fuck her while I am at it.

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Guys, do NOT think that this same rule applies to you.

Feeeeeeed Meeeeeeee
 

I'm confused. Do you really find a healthy appetite attractive, or is the amount of food consumed just immaterial because, well, she's hot?

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No shit. It's been a good day for that, hasn't it. Happy to have played my part with the poker explanation. Any time someone needs some real meaty softballs thrown, I'm always happy to lob 'em.

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.

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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.

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And I'll forego the asparagus for you.

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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!)

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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.

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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?