It works both ways.
Bisexual hookahs?
I'm sorry, dad. You know I would never have tried to save River's life if I had known there was a dinner party at risk.
Simon ,'Safe'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2007: Heaven's Just a Funky Moose
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2007? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 16, 2008 6:16:15 am PST #359 of 513
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Jesse - Jan 16, 2008 6:22:07 am PST #360 of 513
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
"Hookah" could be pronounced "hooker" in Boston-ese, and "hooker" could be pronounced "hookah." It's not like we get rid of the r's entirely! They just move around.
Laga - Jan 16, 2008 7:43:01 am PST #361 of 513
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
My packages are not currently winging their way to Consuela (sorry, my seekrit Santee is someone else) in case anyone was wondering. Also whoever has me, if you shipped anything already I have not yet received it, if not, no worries- I only just shipped my stuff on Monday, afterall.
quester - Jan 16, 2008 5:34:55 pm PST #362 of 513
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Since Consuela brought it up, I have seen no packages in case I was supposed to have, by now. I have new neighbors that I don't entirely trust and a slacker mail deliverer, so there's that.
Fay - Jan 16, 2008 10:11:39 pm PST #363 of 513
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
the hooker-smoking gentlemen
Tilts head in dog-like confuzzlement.
Hey, I'm in Bangkok, baybee. Here the ladies do shows involving razor blades, lengths of ropes, bananas, pingpong balls or cigarettes in new and unexpected places. Go with it.
(Although, to be fair, I always call it a sheesha pipe, which is what they call them in Egypt. Which is poor excuse for not knowing how to spell it, but it's what I'm sticking with. Oh, damn. And now I suddenly really fancy a sheesha...)
billytea - Jan 17, 2008 1:40:27 am PST #364 of 513
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Hey, I'm in Bangkok, baybee. Here the ladies do shows involving razor blades, lengths of ropes, bananas, pingpong balls or cigarettes in new and unexpected places. Go with it.
I'm impressed that you would emphasise the ciggies even after leading with the razor blades.
Toddson - Jan 17, 2008 5:43:59 am PST #365 of 513
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
'cause FIRE!
Theodosia - Jan 17, 2008 12:04:37 pm PST #366 of 513
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Most of the time, the razor blades are not lit.
I seem to have gotten a long long tube in the mail, which I haven't opened because of some vague memory of somebody in here stating that if a tube arrived before the package NOT to open the tube. Inasmuch as my sievelike memory allowed me to totally forget who said that, perhaps my S. Santa's identity is still clouded.
billytea - Jan 17, 2008 12:35:33 pm PST #367 of 513
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Most of the time, the razor blades are not lit.
And this matters? It's a freakin' razor blade!
Fay - Jan 17, 2008 1:48:18 pm PST #368 of 513
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
And this matters? It's a freakin' razor blade!
I agree. I do not understand how this works, but I was disinclined to ask the gentleman who stopped me and brandished a menu of exciting Pussy Shows at me for further details. 'Pussy Razor' it said. Which took me to a terrible and baffled mental place mostly full of 'No! It's sharp! Put it down!'
However, upon further reflection I am hoping that what it means is that the young lady in question has sufficiently gladiatorial pelvic muscles that she is able to insert the handle of a disposable razor into a location in which such an object is not usually found, and can then manipulate said razor by use of said pelvic muscles in such a way as to be able to give some white tourist the close shave of his life.
(Regardless of which, it has little to do with the 'hooker-smoking' business, whereas the cigarettes did. thus the bolding. But I entirely agree that the razor blades are pretty damn !!!!!-worthy.)