I posted my “blackout from shower sex” story too!

I scrolled down far enough to see the bottle and nearly died. You win at comment threads.

My bf once gave me a wonderful back rub with lovely scented oil right before we did it.

In college my boyfriend had a big shower in his room. Big enough that it was possible for him to lay on the floor and for me to ride cowgirl. After one particularly steamy (har) encounter, I stood up.

The person you’re arguing with brought up the pop tart gun as an example of a school’s right to define its zero tolerance policy. I think you might be wasting your energy. :(

Paul would also say she can do whatever she wants, because if she’s truly in Christ she’ll act that way, anyway, and if she’s not a Christian he doesn’t care.

Well, no, because sexuality and gender are cultural constructs, and ancient Greek society didn’t really have an analogue to what we call homosexuality. That’s not to say that there weren’t people who were primarily attracted to members of the same gender, but marriage, sex, and attraction work differently across…

I mean, sort of. Most other ancient societies didn’t have the same food laws. The Greeks were perfectly happy to eat pork.

It’s just a plastic card, same size as a credit card, with a chip on it that you load money onto for the laundry machines in apartment complexes. No hoarding quarters.

Recently my laundry card fell out of my pocket into the toilet after I’d already peed. I pulled it out, but there was lots of soap involved afterwards.

Connie Willis’ novels are excellent. They’re sci-fi (time travel), but not heavily so, so I think they would meet your “ordinary people” requirement. Her most recent that I know of are Blackout and All Clear, a two-set about the London blitzkrieg.

But it’s going to raaaaiiiiin. I mean, it keeps threatening to, and it was on the news I think. El Nino comes through for us every once in a while.

Is your friend, like, 8? Because that’s how old my sister was when her favorite sandwich was salami and mayonnaise on white bread.

Usually walls at hotel conventions are some shade of white, so he probably wouldn’t have gotten away with that.

Yes. It was a joke. Like a ham and cheese sandwich—if you’re going to break kosher, might as well go all the way.

I didn’t know that detail. Interesting!

It’s funny because I was just reading 1 Corinthians, and while there is totally one line where Paul condemns “homosexuals” (in quotes because that’s not actually what the Greek means, but there’s not really a great way to translate it into English without a dissertation on ancient gender and sexual ideology), he’s…

Extra points if she was eating the lobster with butter. Extra extra points to anyone who fulfills Pinkham’s Law with some Talmudic passage where four or five rabbis are disagreeing on the nature of lobster vis-a-vis Kashrut.

Has she just forgotten about the past month, like some deranged, hateful goldfish?

A radio show in southern California used to have “Germany or Florida?” It was really hard to tell sometimes.