I'm savoring for a moment the rightness that is somebody who would do something like that now not being able to reproduce.
There is that.
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
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I'm savoring for a moment the rightness that is somebody who would do something like that now not being able to reproduce.
There is that.
Methodists do the ashes too.
This must vary from congregation to congregation. The Methodist churches I've been a member of didn't do the ashes.
At least he willingly removed himself from the gene pool, ensuring that he doesn't contribute that level of stupidity to future generations.
Indeed.
I defer to those with balls. I imagine having them clawed off by a cat would be worse, but I never want to know for sure.
You said merely scratching, not clawing off. Clawing off would be right up there, all right.
This must vary from congregation to congregation. The Methodist churches I've been a member of didn't do the ashes.
Well, yeah. Everything varies from congregation to congregation for Methodists.
Goodness. The clawing off suggestion hurt me, and last time I checked, I was testicle free.
ita and DX are going to the circle of Hell where "Gruesome Visualisers" dwell forever tormented.
Some Dante of the future will write a poem about them.
You said merely scratching, not clawing off
It's true that I envisioned a cat's claw getting hooked in the scrotum, and the cat dangling but noticed how little I'd said right as I hit post. Naturally, that segues right to removal. It's a very dynamic scenario.
OK. Never invoke catscratching of the face when tommyrot is around. He has a topper.
Though I don't think the rugby guy will ever be a top again...
tommyrot, owwwww. I agree that it's a good thing he chose to take himself out of the gene pool.
And my cats do not come when called. About the only way to lure them is walking around with a handful of catnip. They do normally greet us in the front hallway after work, but I think that's because they're bored by then and we entertain them.
Some Dante of the future will write a poem about them.
With the sign above reading, "Abandon all balls, ye who enter."