Yes, I like the penis for consensual sexy times, but I don't think I ever want to see all y'all publicly flappin' in the breeze.Cause you know what you like.
Rant VIII: The Reckoning
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GasBandit
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Too late, the idea seed is planted. Given time, it'll be all you can think about.Yes, I like the penis for consensual sexy times, but I don't think I ever want to see all y'all publicly flappin' in the breeze.
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... The keys taste really bad, and the swiss army knife on the key ring might get kinda ouchy.
Too late, the idea seed is planted. Given time, it'll be all you can think about.
Ha! This did remind me of something I wanted to rant about!Too late, the idea seed is planted. Given time, it'll be all you can think about.
NSFW or possibly TMI
Summertime makes me horny as hell. It's been that way since either high school or college. Probably all the short-shorts or sundresses or just walking around in as little as possible. And this would be great...except Mr. Z is probably the least frisky in summer. He, like many guys I've been with, are all, "It's hoooottttt and sticky and don't touch me, wah wah wah", so I'm just a big ball of frustration. Also weird, since he comes from Taiwan and it's like, a million times worse there with the heat and the humidity.
Am I the only person like this? Is everyone else in the "Don't touch me, it's too hot" crowd? Because, meh.
Am I the only person like this? Is everyone else in the "Don't touch me, it's too hot" crowd? Because, meh.
GasBandit
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I mean, if I must...
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Um, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm pretty much good to go any and every time. If I had an arm hanging off by like a tendon, and it was 30 below outside, I'd probably say okay. I mean, maybe let me put on a tourniquet first, and maybe call an ambulance after. But only after.
Ha. I didn't mean it as a tease, I was genuinely curious. My theory is if you're already hot and sweaty, what's a little more going to hurt? That's what showers are for. (Before, after, during...take your pick.
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If you guys get to wear fanny packs and no pants and dudes in hot pants and man-pris then I get to wear my leggings in public. It seems only fair. I only wear dark ones outside my house and I wear them responsibly.
My current ones are black and it looks like they have Super Mario fire flowers on them. Beats man-pris any day.
My current ones are black and it looks like they have Super Mario fire flowers on them. Beats man-pris any day.
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I'd say TMI.
I'm one of those self-generating furnaces, so it's Kati who wants me to sleep behind a foil barrier when it's summertime.
--Patrick
Guess what dear? I found some vintage Brett Hart Jean shorts!
Maybe if I were cool, summers would be different.
Winters are an entirely different story, though.
--Patrick
figmentPez
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If you didn't mean it before, you did now!Ha. I didn't mean it as a tease, I was genuinely curious. My theory is if you're already hot and sweaty, what's a little more going to hurt? That's what showers are for. (Before, after, during...take your pick.
Are they here while you're not? If so, I will burn them.
And people complain that leggings are not pants!?!? At least there is fabric involved.
THAT'S IT! I've had it!
Alarm went off, thought about lying their and letting it go off again in five minutes, but noooooooooooooo I just had to get up, and maybe my life would be a little brighter if I'd just stayed in bed one more goddamn minute.
Because what I really love to have happen when I step out of the bedroom is for the fucking mouse that's been tormenting me for three months to be caught under my pajama pant leg. I kicked it away, thought I'd imagined it, until I saw it run away from the bathroom corner.
I've tried multiple live traps, multiple baits, but I can't deal with this anymore. If it had bitten me, today would be going very differently, and I know this probably doesn't merit the mega Rant thread, but this is just the last straw on many late nights and failures, and I've fucking had it. Before it was just a nuisance, but this means it was just outside the bedroom since we've kept all other food out of access. I'm killing it. I don't want to, but I can't do this anymore, and feeling that little fucker on my bare leg was just beyond the pale.
Alarm went off, thought about lying their and letting it go off again in five minutes, but noooooooooooooo I just had to get up, and maybe my life would be a little brighter if I'd just stayed in bed one more goddamn minute.
Because what I really love to have happen when I step out of the bedroom is for the fucking mouse that's been tormenting me for three months to be caught under my pajama pant leg. I kicked it away, thought I'd imagined it, until I saw it run away from the bathroom corner.
I've tried multiple live traps, multiple baits, but I can't deal with this anymore. If it had bitten me, today would be going very differently, and I know this probably doesn't merit the mega Rant thread, but this is just the last straw on many late nights and failures, and I've fucking had it. Before it was just a nuisance, but this means it was just outside the bedroom since we've kept all other food out of access. I'm killing it. I don't want to, but I can't do this anymore, and feeling that little fucker on my bare leg was just beyond the pale.
Kill that fucker. Nasty little disease carrying shitbags.
Who don't even pay rent.
With my luck, absolutely. Been trying to catch this thing alive for months. Who knows how much trying to kill it will backfire.
...broken image?With my luck, absolutely. Been trying to catch this thing alive for months.
Now?
--Patrick
That's appropriate.
That fucking mouse strikes again.
That mouse was awesome. I doubt this mouse is doing anything cool in the apartment. Maybe it can go fix the right hand dryer in the basement.
Yes but in Taiwan we use air conditioning a lot, so if you're indoors then oftentimes you're not hot and sweaty.
Someone needs to explain that to my grandmother-in-law. Her place has no A/C. It was November when we stayed with her the first time and I was dying. (Which is why, when you met us, we stayed at a hotel with Li'l Z. ) I don't know how she wears long pants and long sleeved shirts all the time.
Come to think of it, Mr. Z didn't have A/C when he was a kid, either. I guess living in N.Y. made him soft.
I live in Texas and didn't have A/C until I was 20, and that was in 1989. Then we didn't have A/C from 1994 until 2007 or so. Old houses just aren't A/C friendly to electric bills.Come to think of it, Mr. Z didn't have A/C when he was a kid, either. I guess living in N.Y. made him soft.