I think we need access to Dianne’s private diary Jeff.
I’m thinking I know what she likes to do with a long strand of pearls, big ones, and it ain’t wear them around her neck. Ooh the feeling, as one by one, they . . .
(Sorry, I’m jonesing for those halcyon days when Martha was in prison, getting some sweet sweet lovin, and all was right with the world.)
Maybe because a site host with an unhealthy obsession with armadillo genitalia will take you in that direction. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
“I mean don’t you realize that most of the country (or at least most of those people where I live, near the Presidio in San Francisco) find something sexual in that? And I’m not just talking about a Z Z Top song. Don’t you realize how demeaning that is, you pervert?”
I thought the trend toward thinking of “protein wisdom” in those terms was relegated to straight men and gay women, who . . . might have been in a situation wherein . . . that is, be in a postion to know . . .
And I still think that was the case, right up to the point that Jeff starting posting about COCK! COCK! COCK!
attila girl- are you still looking at these comments? Because I need help here, girlfriend!
… “protein wisdom†in those terms was relegated to straight men and gay women, who . . . might have been in a situation wherein . . . that is, be in a postion to know . . .
I’m not seeing it. I’m wracking my brain and I am not understanding what you are allluding to, or at least how it might relate to protein wisdom. Where did my education fail me?
Yeah, Dan White pretty much blew it.
In the dunes on the cape
That’s what he’s saying? I could never figure it out.
Bella Abzug as a liberal angel.
That explains a lot!
Mojo, mostly just us ex-Californians are going to get that joke.
Twinkie, anyone?
Roberts-1, Lilliputians-0.
I kept waiting for some to whip out a six string and start singing, “Feelings, whoa, whoa, whoa feelings.”
Turing word: which, as in homina homina homynym.
I think we need access to Dianne’s private diary Jeff.
I’m thinking I know what she likes to do with a long strand of pearls, big ones, and it ain’t wear them around her neck. Ooh the feeling, as one by one, they . . .
(Sorry, I’m jonesing for those halcyon days when Martha was in prison, getting some sweet sweet lovin, and all was right with the world.)
OT general Protein Wisdom question: How is it that pretty much everyone in the world except Jeff and I instantly leap from “protein” to “semen”?
“Aaahg, it’s called Protein Wisdom, sperm has semen in it, it’s some kind of jizzblog, look, the background color is even white, eeeyyew!!!”
Maybe because a site host with an unhealthy obsession with armadillo genitalia will take you in that direction. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
“What’s with your wife and those pearls?”
“I mean don’t you realize that most of the country (or at least most of those people where I live, near the Presidio in San Francisco) find something sexual in that? And I’m not just talking about a Z Z Top song. Don’t you realize how demeaning that is, you pervert?”
Picture some guy walking up to you and saying, “Hey baby, I sure would like to give you a taste of my protein wisdom”.
I admit, it was the dick jokes that led me to think it, though I had assumed that Jeff was being (forgive me) tongue in cheek.
~ <—-dirty sanchez mark on you!
now, capitulate!
!viva los derrotistos!
I thought the trend toward thinking of “protein wisdom” in those terms was relegated to straight men and gay women, who . . . might have been in a situation wherein . . . that is, be in a postion to know . . .
And I still think that was the case, right up to the point that Jeff starting posting about COCK! COCK! COCK!
Not that there’s anything . . . well, you know.
attila girl- are you still looking at these comments? Because I need help here, girlfriend!
I’m not seeing it. I’m wracking my brain and I am not understanding what you are allluding to, or at least how it might relate to protein wisdom. Where did my education fail me?
Help!