I’m weirdly happy I can like Jason Lee again.

YES!!!!!

Plus he is standing up so NOT a crawl space by any definition!

Would I have sex with a dirty-haired musician/pizza delivery boy in his rented crawlsp---

30 years ago?...you betcha! It would make a great story...now, at 52.... Errrr...no!

I did fuck a 56 yr old guy (I refuse to call him a man) who still slept in his childhood bedroom with all of his childhood trophies on display. I looked through his bookshelf and there were a few Hardy Boys. I checked the editions but they weren’t worth anything. This was his parent’s house with the original…

I always found Mama’s Family pretty devastating actually. It had really funny moments, but it was sad, at least on the CB show (I didn’t watch the show itself). Disclaimer: I also had a hard time with Peanuts- existential despair there. I might have been a weird kid.

No. I require that my partners have access to enough fridge storage for at least two onions.

I did it in the back of a camper truck which is not that weird in itself, but what was a little weirder was that afterwards we sat up and realized that we were surrounded by a ring of leathermen staring at us and pleasuring themselves.

Bella Thorne, assuming you are not a character in a YA book and live in this universe, I do not think you are clear on what whiplash is.

Heh, I’m so old, I watched all-new episodes of “The Carol Burnett Show” every Saturday night at 9:00 Central. CBS Saturday night in the 70s was one of the best lineups ever, and she was the jewel in the crown.

They’re still on! Every weeknight at 11 on the MeTV channel. Such a great channel.

and yet ironically does not change “chanhe”? GODDAMNIT AUTOCORRECT

Maybe this is a regional dialect thing, but out here on the Left Coast a crawlspace is the area under the house, above the dirt but below the floor. What he’s in would be either an attic, a chase, or an old mechanical room, although it’s hard to determine which of those things it is from the photos.

You have to remember this was all new & shiny but then not common junk. I mean lets face it that could be the motto of most of the subscription services available now a days in a few years time.

TAKE MY MONEY!!!

I used to date a doctor - and not just a doctor, but an otorhinolaryngologist - who had a mattress on the floor in his townhouse. He kept his clothes in neatly folded piles on the floor. But what the heck, he took me to restaurants where almost everything was served flaming, and he only wanted to perform oral sex…

Now I know how Postwar Me would have filled my house with clutter!

1947 was also the year of the Roswell UFO crash. A banner year for “gadgets” and “experimental new consumer tech” indeed.

Why are you always so fucking nasty?