Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
It's not the fullest trunk, but it has its share of junk.
I love this. I'd tag it, but these days, mine might be the fullest trunk.
Slavery or pervy really seem to be the only options when Daddy is overly interested in such things.
I think that's overstating the case, although I'd have rather died than gone to one of those dances.
Some families work themselves out that the parents feel not only are their children their responsibility, but that it actually is within their ability (beyond rules, role-modeling and other forms of influence) to ensure their children's good behavior. The dance strikes me as odd, too. As far as I know, I don't know anyone who would participate, but I can imagine knowing well meaning people who are into neither the property nor incestous angles of it, participating in such a thing.
He just owned it and needed to maintain his investment.
It shifts him to pimp, and I can't get the dirt out of that either.
Being pimped by your father is less ooky than doing him, but I feel I'm splitting hairs.
I don't have any motivation, but I do have guilt, because I stayed up late last night (and, okay, the night before) playing Sims (I got the new expansion pack on the cheap b/c of a labeling error at the Buy, yay, me and my assertiveness worth $15) and although I'm tired like woah, it's totally my fault and I still have piles and piles of stuff to do. Otoh, I'm hungry, and I have fajita fixings for lunch. Maybe it's time for lunch.
So ditto on the motivation absence. The sun is shining, my boss is on vacation, and I'm mostly caught up on stuff. Yeah, I could work ahead and make things easier for me down the road, but uhh, that's currently a struggle.
I'm looking at Halloween costumes.
I'm ridiculous in my work-avoiding.
I'm getting ready to listen to the Royals game on the radio. They are currently the worst team in baseball, but I'm still holding out hope they can improve somehow and end the season as next to worst team in baseball. Gotta admit the season is young, but it doesn't look good.
Being pimped by your father is less ooky than doing him, but I feel I'm splitting hairs.
Sort of like the eternal dilemma of: if you had to fuck either Carrot Top or Andy Dick, who would you choose?
I can imagine knowing well meaning people who are into neither the property nor incestous angles of it, participating in such a thing.
Oh, I'm fairly certain that members of my extended family would've done this sort of thing when their daughters were young if Dobson and his ilk had thought of it by then. That said, I don't think that these people are at the forefront of self-analysis, and it is quite telling that the father of the family hand-picked each of his daughters' husbands and has used his considerable influence with the Army (he's a Colonel) to shape these young men into mini-Mes.
That's definitely way into creepy territory (to Corwood).
It isn't the birds singing in the early AM that make me want to throw things. It's the mockingbirds singing at 2 AM or so. On and on and on. (I found out recently that the Beatles "Blackbird" song is about an English-type songbird (not a corvid or starling) that does the same.)
I think that's overstating the case, although I'd have rather died than gone to one of those dances.
Oh, I'm fairly certain that members of my extended family would've done this sort of thing
That's why I specifically said OVERLY interested.
You can want your children to do X or Y and even encourage it within the family, but when you're devoting web pages and books and public excursions to bragging about sacredity of your daugther's cherries you've moved into
overly
interested.
Which is just going to seem dirty without the sweet purity of flat out owning her ass.
