Did you guys hear the thud my eyeballs made when they whirled out of my head and hit the floor rolling?
No, because I was too busy looking for my own. Which was hard, what with them already being out of my head.
'Objects In Space'
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Did you guys hear the thud my eyeballs made when they whirled out of my head and hit the floor rolling?
No, because I was too busy looking for my own. Which was hard, what with them already being out of my head.
Knowing your girlfriend is XY despite having lady parts must be something to wrap your head around.
Huh. I don't think it would be for me. But that's just a hypothetical for me (at this point in time, anyway).
Who will Usain Bolt run against?
Um, whoever he wants, I guess.
A cheetah?
Good one!
I'm just thinking, there's got to be some better way than making a checklist of what makes someone female.
Who will Usain Bolt run against?
They're welcome to put him up against me.
I'll go head to head with him.
t high fives SPP
Reputedly there are a number of top supermodels who are actually androgen-insensitive XYs. The XY expresses as a tall lanky frame and higher-than-normal-for-female metabolism (meaning they tend to be naturally slim), and their boyish slim curves result from the lower amount of estrogen that testes produce.
Were it not for the lack of menstruation (lacking a womb) and subsequent gynecological investigation, these women would have gone through life unaware of their XY status.
Where does the term "bat shit crazy" come from?
I know dried guano was used for something, but I can't remember what? Can it carry rabies or a psychoactive agent?
OMG, I have to share this from Carolyn Hax's chat, because it made me laugh out loud:
I was once dating a similar guy, and my very Catholic family was intrigued. He was a carpenter to boot (Jewish carpenter, ha, ha) I brought him home for Christmas, and he declined to go to church, he would feel "uncomfortable." I should have told him to pretend he was an anthropologist. Instead he decided to make a special breakfast for the family while we were at Mass.
Now, I had met him and was living in Alaska, so of course he was a big hunter. He brought special deer sausage in a cooler on the plane to make for my family. Evidently he got pretty hot while cooking, so stripped down to his tank top undershirt.
So, we all troop in from church, and there's my hairy Jewish Alaskan boyfriend in his undershirt. My mom went upstairs to change and said to my sister "WHY is there a Jewish carpenter in his undershirt making REINDEER sausage in my kitchen on CHRISTMAS?"
For various reasons, the relationship didn't last.