If they know about it, I’m able to experience some sort of external arousal (porn, or maybe, like, my true love rubs her tits or feet or whatever in my face as I’m doing the deed) AND the goat was drugged or rendered somehow docile and cooperative, then yeah, sure. I could hunker down and do it. Hell, I’ve worked out…

I think it’s a race to the bottom at this point.

The cold brings out the tomato’s true character and transforms the dish. Do you think it’s a coincidence that the only cold soup is gazpacho?

*massage therapist wife high-five*

Yeah, no. A good massage by a registered and certified massage therapist is the best therapy. A cheap one is money wasted on roughly 45 minutes where you are put in a dark, quiet room and touched just enough that you can’t doze off.

This is partially incorrect. In addition to tipping your dental hygienist (if you have one, which you may not), you should be tipping your MT. You don’t HAVE to, but don’t expect anything more than feather light work, a rotating cast of MTs as they shuffle the cheap-ass (that’d be you) around the office and silently…

“I can’t do it myself.” - A man who could do it himself

Barry’s a “new media” journalist. I believe base starting salary is $3.83/mo.

You meant Liddell, I assume?

Rousey has a personality, sells tickets and her loss ended a dominant undefeated streak. She’s a name.

“I’m nothing. What do I do anymore? And no one gives a shit about me anymore without this.”