So the technical name is a "pointing stick"?
Oh please. Nobody names their clit "Mr. Pointy."
Gives a whole new meaning to "It's all in good fun until someone loses an eye."
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
So the technical name is a "pointing stick"?
Oh please. Nobody names their clit "Mr. Pointy."
Gives a whole new meaning to "It's all in good fun until someone loses an eye."
And Deb beats me to the COMM.
Just showing pictures to the friend who loaned me the sari.
FOR THE RECORD: Nicole, I was not passed out I was alseep. Cass may have passed out on me because before she got quiet she kept telling me to hold her boob.
Passed out = asleep. Sometimes.
Fernet times?
So far, I have been unable to find fernet in town (no one at any of the liquor stores so far has even heard of it). Which is ironic, because it was offered to me when I was on a business trip a few weeks ago, and the description then sounded remarkably unappealing, so I turned it down, and now I so wish I had tried it. Not as much as I wish I had made it to SF and tried it there, but still.
Remembering that I am generally booze-avoidant, I must say that fernet sounds very much like Pernod.
Which, since I abominate even the smell of anise, makes me queasy.
Is it different stuff? Or is it really just Pernod in Italian clothes?
It struck me as a combo of pernod and kahlua, though I'm not sure how accurate my taste buds were at the time due to the fine mist of gin I was exhaling...
Is it different stuff? Or is it really just Pernod in Italian clothes?
It's not just Pernod in Italian clothes, but if you can't stand anise, don't go near the Frenet.
To me, it was like an unholy lovechild of Pernod, really good absinthe, and Chartreuse. Since I like all of those things, I thought Frenet was fabulous.
It's not just Pernod in Italian clothes, but if you can't stand anise, don't go near the Frenet.
I'm-a stay far away. Anise makes me run screaming; even in France, where the air is soft and the vibe is right, Pernod sends me backing out of the room hissing.
Me for prosecco.