Absolutely true, but in the mental health/legal communities threatening suicide is currently considered domestic abuse, if not "violence."

Someone in college (like 2007, so it was a deep cut) dedicated "God of Wine" to me/our relationship on the radio once. Goes without saying we met at a bar around 1:40.

Though if he had used Guy Fieri to create a companion piece to that Damien Hirst work he purchased, Cohen would be the subject of a 2,000 word exultant Sean O'Neal psalm.

Can't be completely sure. Quasi-alcoholic was a bit of an understatement.

No major events/accessory thefts really, just the sudden realization that I'm nearing the end of a three-year period where I've grown from a cavalier, quasi alcoholic Ethical Slut to going on four hour dinner dates and trying to maintain relationships across oceans. I't took maybe my third "if I knew you were going…

Directed by Michel Gondry, narration by Werner Herzog.

At least on Chrome, you can un-downvote in such instances. I experimented on myself because I didn't want to hurt internet-stranger feelings.

There is a "bro-rock" Essentials playlist on iTunes. This is the summary for the Deep Cuts playlist. Try not to harm yourself.

It absolutely works. Before I quit (I really mean "quit") smoking I was dating someone that cut me off until I started drinking pineapple juice.

We can only hope.

Late thread? What the butt? I like it.

Did not intend to tease with my lack of eloquence. But hell, if I was was ever going to climb up a couple steps on the Kinsey scale this would've been the trip debauched enough to make it happen.

I absolutely love that. Do it all the time myself.

I think it mainly comes down to apathy. Since the dawn of the internet age I must assume that most hetero men have a general grasp of female anatomy pretty early on, and any debates about the g-spot's existence could be easily resolved.

Not with a stolen dick.

As someone that spent a decent amount of time being rather out of place at punk and hardcore shows, I wholeheartedly agree.

Yea I just realized how awkwardly/potentially gay orgily phrased my original comment was.

Usually close platonic friends, but I'm really just a closeted cuddle slut. Say, you busy around 8:00 central time?

Yep, I was just painfully unaware that in that town every strip club with an upstairs is basically a brothel.

I was also on vacation last week! But it was a work trip followed by two conscience-drowning bachelor parties so I posted about it in Savage Love already! Wahoo!