Well, Jesse, I discovered some metallic dark orange nail polish I had forgotten I bought this morning so I know at least my toes look stylin'.
Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Scrappy - Jul 28, 2005 8:33:44 am PDT #3713 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Frankenbuddha - Jul 28, 2005 8:34:39 am PDT #3714 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Dammit, I was going to not talk about bestiality anymore, but ita, there's that urban legend about putting tuna up one's snatch.....
Or the story about Led Zeppelin using a shark on a groupie for the same purpose.
Makes Marianne Faithful's Mars bar seem quaint by comparison...
Volans - Jul 28, 2005 8:35:53 am PDT #3715 of 10002
move out and draw fire
Whitefonted for ita:
Doberman. In the *brief* bit I saw, no implements.
I am jealous of the baby possum sighting.
Back to horse-sex.... Horses don't normally get interested in screwing human guys. (I've heard that aroused human women can get them going sometimes though). And you can't really, um, stimulate a horse. So I'm having trouble even figuring out how. Why? How?
It's a measure of how crappy my day got that this conversation is enjoyable.
§ ita § - Jul 28, 2005 8:36:33 am PDT #3716 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
there's that urban legend about putting tuna up one's snatch.....
Uhh .. tuna, or a tuna? Dead, or alive? Does necrophilia trump bestiality? Is shagging a dead horse illegal? Well, outside those 20 strange states.
Dana - Jul 28, 2005 8:37:16 am PDT #3717 of 10002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
t gives up, leaves the internet
Jesse - Jul 28, 2005 8:38:35 am PDT #3718 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Uhh .. tuna, or a tuna?
Canned tuna for the purposes of attracting a pet cat's attention.
... I cannot believe I am even having this conversation.
And yet, I CAN'T STOP. I think I need help.
juliana - Jul 28, 2005 8:38:43 am PDT #3719 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
It is now time to break out the rugger song:
Beastiality's best, boys,
Beastiality's best.
Fuck a wallaby!
Beastiality's best, boys,
Beastiality's best.
Put your log in a dog, boys,
Put your log in a dog.
Put your log in a dog, boys,
Put your log in a dog.
Because!
Beastiality's best, boys,
Beastiality's best.
Fuck a wallaby!
Beastiality's best, boys,
Beastiality's best.
And so on, ad infinitum, until the beer runs out.
Frankenbuddha - Jul 28, 2005 8:38:53 am PDT #3720 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Does necrophilia trump bestiality?
This is all coming back to mallard snuff porn, isn't it?
§ ita § - Jul 28, 2005 8:39:58 am PDT #3721 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Dude. The internet is for porn.
Dear lord -- one of the instructors at krav was asking around if another instructor is a porn star. Which leads me to:
- How can I ever look at him again? Either of them?
- Where is this information from?
- Porn star -- you so rarely hear "porn actor" -- seems like stars are a dime a dozen. Why's that?
JenP - Jul 28, 2005 8:40:23 am PDT #3722 of 10002
Oh, my.
Dana! Wait for me!