Yikes, I hope it isn't as bad as it sounds somehow.
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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.
Eep, I'm sorry about your cousin, ita.
Virgin America is having a killer 24-hour sale with fares as low as $29 each way. I would be seriously tempted to take a random flight if I had the time.
I don't get the impression they are concerned about female homosexuality.
yeah, cause who cares what women do when men aren't around. Plus, they think it's hot.
Virgin America is having a killer 24-hour sale with fares as low as $29 each way.
There's some lobbying in the Zmahem household even now on how we might be able to leverage this for Matilda's birthday on Saturday. But we're not sure if her BFF's schedule will allow it.
I don't really follow the logic of how all porn is gay, but I do recall that Playboy was all about the "Yay Boobies!" Which doesn't entirely counter the gay claims, at least for meara and me, but I don't think teenage girls are Playboy's target market.
Plus, they think it's hot.
Vortex made me snort.
Well, it's true! Most straight men have the fantasy of watching two incredibly attractive women get it on, but they are not quite satisfied with each other, and therefore must invite the man in to completely satisfy them.
Question: is "geaux" a word in French, or Cajun French? I'm looking at the Louisiana elections page, where their big voter page is titled "GeauxVote," and I'm wondering if they just got cute with the wording (Go Vote frenchified), or if it's a legit word.
calling Megan Walker, calling Megan Walker! Please report to Natter. Thank you.
Well, it's true! Most straight men have the fantasy of watching two incredibly attractive women get it on, but they are not quite satisfied with each other, and therefore must invite the man in to completely satisfy them.
My rampantly homophobic brother in law LOVES his girl on girl porn. Fuckwad.
I'm cranky with my husband. Even though I apparently manage to take care of the children AND keep the house in relative order, I come home to a fucking disaster area. A blanket of legos on the carpet, dirty dishes in the sink and the topper--a pair of Liv's dirty underwear that she has hidden in the washing machine after having an accident over the weekend.
I opened up the washer to do some laundry (which had also piled up over the weekend) and about gagged.
DH said FOUR TIMES, "I dropped the ball on housework this weekend." And yet, somehow never managed to offer to pick up the fucking ball and help me.
Granted, I did spend the weekend in Vegas but he gets his trips and doesn't come home to this kind of mess.