I took it to mean that having a guy come in you bareback causes BV, because that is the case for me, but I could be wrong.
I took it to mean that having a guy come in you bareback causes BV, because that is the case for me, but I could be wrong.
Trying not to laugh at work.
Was this doctor House? (I don't watch it but gather this to be the gist of every episode)
Just in case you haven't yet (because I haven't scrolled down), I'd love to hear how this went.
I had a similar thing once. I got chatted up at a bus stop (obviously a great pick-up ground) and he remarked, weirdly, that I was a 'really good representative of the UK'. Then he started talking about the BNP and it started to make sense. I also had another guy who turned out to be a raging racist get really into…
I can't believe it's not just me!
In my experience it's symptomatic of an eating disorder, or recovery from one.
I keep telling people this and yet they maintain he was a genius. UGH! I hate people who don't hate the same things I do.
Also Kerouac, DEAR GOD is that guy ever boring. UGH.
mbezau wins
I didn't see the name of the pub in the piece and I'd love to know so I don't spend my money there.
Yup, same. Where has this 'only intent matters, not impact' stupid-ass argument come from? I've never heard it before I started talking about racist Hallowe'en costumes. Who can actually stand up and say 'I know I'm hurting you, and that even if I didn't intend to hurt you to start with, having been made aware that I…
I couldn't see it, maybe I'm being an idiot, but what was the name of the pub? I live in London and want to make sure that I don't go there until they get new management.
I had this exact argument a few days ago, and the response was that actually, nobody has a right to be offended, because being offended is a decision that you make, ergo, if he (because this was a white male, restrain your shock and surprise) wanted to dress up in blackface and he didn't intend to offend anybody…
You should have way more stars.
My dog used to sleep on the sofa downstairs, even though he knew he was supposed to sleep in his basket in the kitchen or on the living room floor, so he would only do it when we weren't there or asleep upstairs. Whoever was the first up in the morning would hear him flumping off of the sofa and his paws on the…
Please link if you find it again! This sounds excellent.
Opened that page and the picture was the first thing to load. As soon as I saw it I started, deep, deep down.
I've often wondered where I would haunt. I wonder if we get a choice?
I've always found Portsmouth to be an eerie kind of town.