And of course she means “wealthy Victorian.” There weren’t even weekends, much less OSHA laws in this amorphous, nostalgic, white-washed period she has concocted. Get back to work in the cotton mill, you mouthy strumpet!

QUESTION

Also this one (in case anyone hasn’t already seen em floating around)

constitutional historian David Starkey, who compared her unfavorably to Queen Victoria, the previous record-holder. He said Elizabeth sees her job as “ordinary and humdrum” rather than as “something grand, like the embodiment of history,”

Faking it? I’ve always figured it’s like Mr Weasley’s fascination with Muggle life- it seems exotic to her because “mundane things” aren’t a part of her life.

And then there is this, my second-favourite picture of all time. A picture of such sublime, ecstatic absurdity that it really ought to be hanging in the National Portrait Gallery for future generations of Britons to appreciate and revere. I love it so.

Yeah it’s my mom’s jam, and has been for years and years, so I vaguely remember McCoughlin himself being blonde at one point!

It’s really hilarious to see Pat Buchanan get all testy and punchy. Also, the theme song.

The woolly hat is the most perplexing part of this story.

She told police that she felt something was ‘not right’ so she removed the scarf and mask, and saw Newland standing there wearing a woolly hat, swimming suit and prosthetic penis.

Wow...

Important: How does he know what the semen of different races smells like, huh? HUH?

Also: I can totally fap to this book.

So what are these exactly? Missionary, Spooning, Doggy, and Lazy Doggy/laying down on stomach?

little darlings sounds like it could either go horribly wrong or be the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

I found this book in the pile of religious themed historical fiction my mother read. In the bed table bookshelf, between The Story of St. Bernadette and The Way of The Cross, was this thing. I was fascinated. Dad was a doctor and mom a nurse, so they probably came by it through “professional” circumstances.

9 strokes aaaaaaaand done.

“genital kiss” sounds much nicer that cunnilingus and will now be part of my love lexicon.

The woman lies on her back, lifts her legs at right angles to her body from the hips, and rests them on the man’s shoulders; thus she is, so to speak, doubly cleft by the man who lies upon her and inserts his phallus; she enfolds both his genital member and his neck and head. At the same time the woman’s spine in the…

I just texted “your very characteristic seminal odor is remarkably like that of the flowers of the Spanish chestnut” to LibraryManagain.