I am unconvinced. Engaging in consensual oral sex is still a far cry from a stranger pawing through your trash unbeknownst to you
The point is, in the normal world, oral sex does not lead to pregnancy. There is no causality in the act of oral sex that makes a pregnancy; it requires further action, unrelated to the original sex act, for that to happen.
If the scenario I'm describing is hinky-but-legal, then the pawing through the trash is the next logical step, innit?
I mean, data-miners and expose reporters do it already, so I know that pawing through the trash for stuff you might want is not illegal. And if you do something with the stuff you want, and there are consequences...?
Lee, you should switch the duct tape out for a corset.
No reason you can't make a corset out of duct tape.
So what's keeping your intestines from flopping down to your ankles? Surface tension?
Actually I am told that pelvis bones are good for this. Also all those ligaments and stuff that attach to the bones. To get all gross,
people with abdomen-crush injuries sometimes do have internal organ movement, which is generally a sign that the poor smushed dude wasn't going to survive anyway, and definitely won't now.
Katie, I am not, in fact, working today! Which is why I can post here. Although in a minute I need to go take the dog for a long walk, and then take my mother shopping.
Yesterday? Was long.
6:30 am, Thursday: wake up and finish packing.
8:00 am, get on bus to Auckland.
12:30 pm, get off bus in Auckland.
12:45 pm, put luggage in locker in bus station, go off shopping in Auckland.
3:00 pm, realize never locked locker, race back to bus station up several steep hills, discover bags untouched, including friend's laptop, passport, and plane tickets.
3:15 pm, retire to Irish bar across the street for restorative beer.
4:15 pm, go back to bus station for bus to airport.
6:00 pm, finally arrive at airport.
6-7:30 pm, go through several levels of security, discover that there are no TimTams to be purchased in the airport, get disconsolate.
Then we flew for ten hours and arrived in LA the morning of the evening we left. And then there was another flight to SFO, and then a train ride, and a phone call, and then I finally arrived home around 4 pm on Thursday, after traveling for about 27 hours, I think.
Long day.
Today, I do laundry. And shower. And stuff.
The mesentery is also key for the insides to not become outsides.
Ya gotta prefer Old School Garofalo to her current look.
Old School all the way. Oh yeah? And who was busting my chops about blonde boys? And yet, dark-haired Janeane is gorgeous.
discover that there are no TimTams to be purchased in the airport
This is not quite as crazy as the major airport I once flew with that did not sell gum, but it's up there. No TimTams? What's wrong with them?
