I remember in elementary school, a Jewish chum was horrified that I had a foreskin. I didn't know what one was. The way he described it, I thought he had the head of his penis wacked off. I was even more horrified. Looking back, it's kinds funny.

ION, my elbow just ripped thru my favorite shirt. A Bonnie Raitt denim one. :(

The advice given, by the way, is, in order (and summarized):

1. If you can't do it, don't. Maybe you can still be friends.

2. Put on a condom, you can't tell the difference.

3. Skip the blow job.

4. Talk about it (though not in the bedroom).

2. Put on a condom, you can't tell the difference.

I love this. It's like advising it to pull a stocking over its face before the big bank heist.

"Put a hat on it, make it look like somebody you know! Your Uncle Murray, somebody." Bonus points for anybody who can tell me the source.

Hi guys, I'm back. Missed you all.

The beach was exactly what I needed, once I persuaded H that I was perfectly content lounging and reading and napping and gazing at the water. But it's good to be back, too.

"Private Benjamin,"Beverly? Just one guess.

That is Robin Williams, Live at the Met! Doctor Roof!

Bonus points to Barb! Plus a smooch, mwah!

Doctor Roof, indeed.

Good guess, though, erika--about the same vintage, I think.

I adore Robin-- listened to Live at the Met while I was in labor with both kids. Helped laugh my way through both of them.

Which probably explains a lot about my kids.

::hugs Bev tight::

Good to have you back!

Me too, but he talks so fast, I don't retain his lines like Belzer or Carlin.

Yeah I couldn't recite a Robin Williams standup line but I can do entire routines by Bill Cosby.