Would be willing to be that Hannibal Burris, W Kamau Bell, Larry Wilmore, care.  For starters.

How about Dave Chappelle is allowed to be friends with whoever he wants, but everyone else is allowed to criticize Chappelle for choosing to be friends with a dude who forced women to watch him jack off.

While trying to collect on past-due invoices, I walked in on the owner of a company having sex with one of his employees in an nearly abandoned building. Long, boring story follows:

There’s good sex, and then there’s so-good-I-drove-into-a-dumpster-after sex.

My late husband and I used to vacation in northern Minnesota. We’d take a motorboat out and explore Burntside Lake outside of Ely. One lovely afternoon, we tied up at a tiny little uninhabited island. It had a little glade of trees and a pine needle floor where we spread a blanket and got romantic. It was blissful.

Sex Trampoline = excellent band name

The juxtaposition of youthful car sex and middle-aged car sex is... *chef’s kiss*

I got two. Both from my teens. First one, this girl I was hooking up with and I were near her place and there was a big empty park that we decided would be the best place to just get on the grass and go at it, since it was dark out. We’re getting to it and then suddenly, I hear chains rattle behind me. We look over…

Mental note: put tarp on table, THAN get busy.

Not outdoors, but I did give a BJ in the stairway up to the DJ booth in a bar back in college. Very unlike me but I was totally into that guy at the time.

I have two, more than 20 years apart...

Not intentionally public: I’m in college, we’re throwing a party. My ex comes over and we start making out, everyone gets the point and moves to another room, closes the door. We proceed, and after about 10 minutes my roommate starts pounding on the door. We ignore him. He then uses his key to open the door, busts in,…

(I’m a guy)

“Med school cadaver” is the best description of his appearance I’ve ever seen.

You know, I was going to read that excerpt of Miller, but now that I think about it, fuck it. I don’t need to know what makes him tick. The answer is already there: hatred.

Gettin’ frisky with my high school boyfriend off a rural dirt road in middle-of-nowhere, and a cop shined a flashlight into the car and caught quite a show — he hadn’t turned on his lights or knocked or anything. He told us to “get dressed and get the fuck out of here.” A few weeks later that same cop caught us on a…

I find that if someone says the Civil War was about states’ rights, asking “A state’s right to do what?” usually results in a lot of stammering.

It wasn’t *his* sound, btw. It was stumbled on when he was doing drums from Peter Gabriel’s 3rd album (aka “Melt”), Phil sat down to warm up and started doing bass/snare pattern (boom boom POP boom.. boom POP)

Phil Collins and Bun E. Carlos are in that exclusive “drummers who look like they could be your accountant” club. I think there might be others but can’t think of them.

I was tempted to make the same comment, although they did establish that Buddy Rich could outlast Animal: