Kristin, porn jokes are in the other thread.
Wait, this is Bitches, nevermind.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Kristin, porn jokes are in the other thread.
Wait, this is Bitches, nevermind.
Porn jokes are eternal.
Like Rome.
JZ, I've done a similar coredump about a subject most folks didn't find squicky, so whether I share your squick, I'm in your corner for posting it.
Ditto. I mean, I have no particular squick one way or the other, although why anyone would want their toys, er, personified is beyond me, aned the discussion of, er, personified toys leaves me basically shrugging. But I'm all for the courage it took to post that, sweetie.
You know, thinking about it? I seem to recall mentioning that I got squicked by the Bible stuff - which I resent and despise -and was kinda sorta told to get over it.
I'm with you, love. Make the noise, and say how you feel about it. It's a good thing to be able to say.
Awww.
Ok, I just Wallpapered the tarsier, and it morphed into a fuzzy, quite menacing looking critter.
AGGGHHH!
All your Tarsier are belong to us!
Ever image Google your hometown?
Fergus Falls, MN, where I was born: [link]
Yes, that is indeed a concrete otter.
Faribault, MN, where I live: [link]
Just so everybody knows, I wasn't actually advocating pushing religious figures into your orifices. Merely pointing out that such things exist, you know, in case the thread was unaware. Which, considering the thread, was probably a pretty silly thing for me to even suspect.
I very much understand your squick, JZ, and actually agree with it in many ways. I'm glad you posted.
And now, back to Gaiman: Why is he SO DANG CUTE? In my opinion, brilliant people should be ugly, so that I don't feel TOO inferior in comparison. But cute, brilliant, and, most importantly, British, just makes me jealous. And also makes me want him to give the commencment address for my class. Which was going to be the entire focus of my career as Senior Class President, I might add, if the "cool people" vote (my words) hadn't been split between two separate campaigns while the "total douchebags" vote (again, my words) was concentrated in the people that actually won.
So we get Yet Another Completely Boring Scientist (tm) as our commencement speaker, instead.
But I'm not bitter. Really.
Hmm. Victor, it has not arrived.