I think she’s just mad because Ahmed is better than any of her kids.
I think she’s just mad because Ahmed is better than any of her kids.
Richard Dawkins has done a great job of proving that just because you don’t believe in a deity doesn’t mean you can’t be an obnoxious bigoted asshole.
CONGRATS MARK YOU’RE MY HERO IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE
Um, pregnancy.
Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.
We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all…
A testicle got stuck in a butthole.
The third or so time I had sex with a new guy I was really into, I was on top and was riding pretty hard, and smashed my face into his forehead by accident. And got a bloody nose. And bled all over him and his bedsheets.
If you managed to get pregnant via anal, you’re doing it too hard.
Not sure if this is crazy enough but I got pregnant in our church parking lot by my equally horny Jesusy boyfriend. Our son is now 22 and we have been married for 21 years. We do anal on both of us.
A gentleman friend and I were “getting to know each other” in his bedroom at his frat house. I was finishing up on him with my mouth when I pulled back at the exact moment he came. Straight into my eye. I shrieked, and ran to the bathroom.
My hips cramp during all the time. So annoying.
A Story of Few Words: A Sexy Haiku
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Agree completely. Personally, I think it’s just easiest to teach your kid to address adults by the formal Mr/Ms and then let the adult in question tell the child to “Call me First Name” or whatever.
These kinds of pieces come up from time to time and they always miss the most important part: teach your kids to ask what someone wants to be called, then call them that. They prefer Mrs. Snoghorn you call them Mrs. Snoghorn. They prefer Fat Amy, you call them Fat Amy. True etiquette is not calling someone something…
Anndddd now I really want a ‘Face of Boe’ of my own.
I approve if only for the name.
I swore I wasn’t gonna! Then one day, I was at Goodwill, and there was a big plaster face painted crimson with gold splatters. He’s like... 2.5ft tall by 1.75ft wide, with a really skeptical expression.
An obviously sexist cop who wouldn’t expect a woman to know a screwdriver from a socket wrench.
all due respect, you gotta tighten up your game. You are getting caught way too much.