Sure. I'm basically the 20th century's worst monster.

Two pendulous, jiggling things . . .

"Can some of my teenaged poetry destroy poetry as an art too?"

Shorts are fine; it's it only the cargosity I find egregious.

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I'm always fired up for Cum Election Day.

Yeah, that's sort of the thing I'm talking about.

You've seen it or know what I'm talking about? It's part of every improv repertoire I've ever seen. Certainly it must have been on Whose Line is It Anyway or some such . . .

I'm trying furiously to find that improv sketch where the two people just talk in types of phrases. Like:

Meh. Bioware sex always seems to amount to "two wireframe marionnettes vaguely bumping into each other."

Yeah, but Spielberg supposedly wept when shown the rough cut of the T-rex footage from the original Jurassic Park. So he's not exactly a reliable judge for such things.

Those assholes are taking their sweet time

Yup. I'm basically the worst person to ever live.

Buffalo shots are just 50/50 Popov vodka and barbecue sauce.

Yeah: This. This is the game of Court Stenographer Online I am specifically not playing.

I would pay SO MUCH MONEY for Fat Princess: LuluLemon Edition.

I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do this: I'm not going to chase you down the thread, trying to exactly nail down the meaning of every word and phrase I type. You're just going to have to content yourself with some unavoidable unclarity. I am large, I contain multitudes.

Sorta. But you don't have to squint real hard to interpret her objection as being that any type of media caters to the male gaze.

I dunno, from what I've heard, Steel Battalion's control scheme settled the issue once and for all.