That Myspace impersonator issue was on my mind while I was watching a Cold Case Tivo grabbed for me last night. On it, the girl's
mother was online pretending to be her and pouring out her heart to a slightly older guy.
The girl
got involved a couple times when things came into meatspace--a note, a flower, a phone call, but most of the communication wasn't her.
So very messed up.
I think the FCM difference is definitely made over whether the sailors are gentlemen-yachters or dudes who run around the bowels of an aircraft carrier. Because, the former have nice muscles (if they pull their own lines) and the latter have nice swearing skills.
(I'm still not convinced race car driving is even a sport, any more than chess is a sport; and anyway, do they have any incentive toward nice muscles? I don't want to invest in a race car driver and then find, when he strips off the jumpsuit, that he's got a wafflefanny underneath.)
I don't want to invest in a race car driver and then find, when he strips off the jumpsuit, that he's got a wafflefanny underneath.
Don't have him take off the jumpsuit. Not all the way, anyway.
Oh, eh. If you can have fun with a gimp suit, you can work something out.
See, I would assume nicer muscles on the Navy sailors than the gentleman yachters.
Got no basis for that, of course, but that's how I'd lean.
I suppose I should do research on yachters to make a proper comparison.
If you can have fun with a gimp suit, you can work something out.
This strikes me as kind of a big if. A quantum if, you might say.
Why do I feel the need to justify the merely F'ing and not M'ing of racers?
Dude, you need ten years of therapy before you even
approach
that question.
(I'm still not convinced race car driving is even a sport, any more than chess is a sport; and anyway, do they have any incentive toward nice muscles? I don't want to invest in a race car driver and then find, when he strips off the jumpsuit, that he's got a wafflefanny underneath.)
t covers Cassie's eyes
If jockeys are athletes than race car drivers are athletes. And, yes, they tend to have wonderful wee muscular bodies.
t uncovers Cassie's eyes, waves something sparkly and pink