Sadly, the '90s were full of this guy.
Sadly, the '90s were full of this guy.
Ugh- I'm so sorry this is familiar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but I had kinda hoped it was contained dick-ish behavior, and not rampant, par for the course dick-ish behavior.
Oh, this is so true! At my office, the most competent people are the ones who get the least recognition- and once you establish that you can do something, you will always be the person who does that. I've had a little success thinking in terms of "training" co-workers, like instead of doing something for them (ie.…
Meanwhile, the Rescuers are having THE BEST time at prom, just being chill about everything, hanging out with their friends. While all the Mean Girl princesses and their asshole boyfriends (uh, did you see Prince Eric?) are getting in fights in the bathroom and having Prom King & Queen drama, these two are tearing up…
You know who would never do this? Wayne Jarvis. He's a professional.
Hmm... the best casual sex scenario I've ever had involved some feelings, just not a lot of feelings. Like, I liked him as a person and I thought he was very kind-hearted. I admired some things about him, the chemistry was crazy, but couldn't fathom as actual relationship with him. I suppose if I didn't at least…
Apparently, they hang out every night. Mel comes over, they have dinner over Jeopardy! and then watch something. Every night!
Q: Suppose I am trapped and yield to temptation before I get married?
Obviously, I deserve it for all of that fluffing of pillows and having to watch his shows all day. It's not like they give out Vicodin for the significant others, amirite?
That stuff is Ah-mazing! Mr. Trousersocks just had a surgery that required him to eat lots of ice cream while recovering, and I bought him this as a "transition" ice cream- it's got bits, but not too many for him to handle. He isn't up to it yet, and it's just staring at me in the freezer. I keep having to stop…
Oh. Oh yes. This fresh hell. On top of the fact that you are being smothered by your own breasts, the pressure it creates on the windpipe is really disconcerting.
Bwah-hahahahahahaha!
Funny- I'm fine in Cradle. Different boobs do different things, I guess!
Noooooooooo...!!!
Oh, I get all that. Twelve years of Catholic School here, I get it. I just think it's silly, is all.
Word! How do they not realize that there are things in the way! There is a structural block here, Misty!
Cannot un-see! CANNOT UN-SEE!!!
Ba-zing!
I get that, I just think it's silly. If he wants to raise a family, he can do that while being in a loving, homosexual relationship. If he feels morally compelled to pass on his genetic material, he can donate to a sperm bank. Neither options involve suddenly "becoming straight."
Sounds like a bunch of happy, well-adjusted, sexually compatible couples to me! Rock on your their bad selves!