but I don’t think I’d be cruising any Sex and Sensibility parties, ever were I single.
Melissa Clouthier on PC Beauty Contests (or Little Miss Sunshine Comes to the Small Screen)
but I don’t think I’d be cruising any Sex and Sensibility parties, ever were I single.
Melissa Clouthier on PC Beauty Contests (or Little Miss Sunshine Comes to the Small Screen)
Was there one where Ziggy finally gets laid?
By Garfield? Up the butt? Yeah.
Garfield, like all cats, is only into rimming.
Mansfield Park parties are better for singles: there’s danger about, and lots of women in servants dress. Sure, they’re probably actual servants with a shitload of work to do, but at least you don’t have to say “Dame” when asking if you can fuck them from behind. E.M. Forster parties suck as a rule, but the P.D. James related titles can be a hoot.
‘The one that still makes me laugh out loud,’ she said, ‘is one of a man with a giant penis and a woman with giant breasts, and the caption is, Well, I guess we can die now.’ I’d say that’s a sentiment at which both sexes can laugh.”
It’s strangely wonderful to see the humor of Garrison Keilor’s fans converge with those of Larry the Cable Guy. I credit the unityness to Obama. Yes we can!
As Fat Studies join Queer Studies as college majors the decline of the academy continues apace. It seems all about lacking the confidence or self-esteem to allow others to be responsible for your ongoing happiness in life. No thank you.
I AM MY AFFLICTION!
“In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter-bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.â€Â
–Stephen Crane
It seems all about lacking confidence or self-esteem and allowing others to be responsible for your ongoing happiness in life. No thank you.
Clarified