News Flash!
TV Watching Linked to Increased Physical Inactivity
Someone at my former university got paid to do that research. I'm in the wrong line of business.
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
News Flash!
TV Watching Linked to Increased Physical Inactivity
Someone at my former university got paid to do that research. I'm in the wrong line of business.
Wouldn't the feminizing effect as induced by estrogen-heavy foodstuffs be more along the lines of higher voices, thinner beards, and a lowered sex-drive in general rather than an alteration of men's sexual orientation?
Well, since estrogen is a girly thing, then all gay men must have higher counts of estrogren because all gay men are girly poofters. Duh.
I especially liked how they used "estrogens." Hey, they looked it up on the Internets!
Um, who tells scary ghost stories at Christmas?
You've ... okay, not MET, but you've heard of my father. "Who tells scary ghost stories at Christmas?" shouldn't even be a question.
But when someone mentions carollers at work, for some reason I picture coworkers in holiday-themed sweaters singing badly and with a manic, faux cheer
That's what JUST HAPPENED.
Well, since estrogen is a girly thing, then all gay men must have higher counts of estrogren because all gay men are girly poofters. Duh.
Yeah, I'm minded of leathermen I've seen at the Folsom Street Fair and girliness was not so much the order of the day.
You know, upon reflection, I should have known this was the place to ask the "who tells scary ghost stories at Christmas" question and have everybody's hand go up.
You know, upon reflection, I should have known this was the place to ask the "who tells scary ghost stories at Christmas" question and had everybody's hand go up.
Just think about the image in Scrooged when Bill Murray gets on the elevator with the grim reaper.
You know, upon reflection, I should have known this was the place to ask the "who tells scary ghost stories at Christmas" question and have everybody's hand go up.
I'm telling scary ghost stories at Christmas right now, and it's fucking great!
That's what JUST HAPPENED.
I feel vindicated! I realize this doesn't help you at all, but I'm not sure what I can do to get you out of this adaptation of Sartre's "No Exit".