Jacqueline Zahas on No. Cal. "culture":
It actually just occurred to me a couple of nights ago what a weird place the Bay Area is, where you can go into any ratty-ass little crack-mart corner market in any grubby neighborhood, looking for booze, and come out with a bottle of very nice wine.
Nutty, following up the donut talk:
Um, so I like my men dense, cakey and with coffee?
I like my men like I like my coffee: hot, sweet, and making me all awake inside. Also it's nice if their ingredients come from the grocery store.
Nutty: "Heaven knows, when I lived in Virginia, I got tracts in the mail about how Bill Clinton was murdering people and worshipping Satan."
Ted R: In NYC that's just called going to church. Though finding a virgin to sacrifice is problematic, and many of us cheat and settle for someone who is simply bad in bed.
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The first line was Nutty's.
Nutty: Boobies are birds with blue feet.
Billytea: Only the blue-footed variety. Aside from common or garden variety feet, there are also red-footed boobies. Tragically, this can lead to confusion within the booby community. Come mating time, you don't want to find you've shacked up with some strange booby. Thus, the courtship dance of the blue-footed booby (and if ever you get a chance to watch this, do) involves the male waddling up the female, turning side on, and hoisting up his foot as far as he can to allow her a thorough inspection - generally flapping madly to maintain his balance in the process. Then he turns around to present the other side, just in case the first one was just a fluke (ba dum). If he does all this without tripping, then he just might get some action.
You have to wonder if there was some incident in their past that led to fears of the red-footed boobies stealing in and ravishing their women. I like to think so, anyway.
[And I have nooooooo idea whether he's pulling our (blue) legs, either.]
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Also Nutty, continuing to set up billytea the way Stockton sets up Malone.
Sorry. It's a basketball reference.
I'd snicker, but that would be nattering.