If a cat walks up to you and rubs their face against you, they love you and are marking you as their property. Anything else — including purring** — is questionable.
If a cat walks up to you and rubs their face against you, they love you and are marking you as their property. Anything else — including purring** — is questionable.
It usually means they are annoyed if they are really thumping it. Just a gentle swish is fine.
Well, his human servant did say he was “having a bit of a grumble.” A delightfully British sounding phrase I intend to borrow.
bob has been quoted on this more feline less felicitous meeting:
From the way his tail is lashing, I would guess that Bob is seriously considering sinking his claws into that hella expensive lace.
Ina Garten is responsible for the single greatest tomato soup in my arsenal. She can do no wrong. http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/roasted-tomato-basil-soup-recipe.html
A few years ago my sorority’s honor board chair - basically our elected disciplinarian - sent out a “cunt punt” level email about racist Halloween costumes like a week before Halloween. She used her powers for good.
Can I reply to you with a “they’re called Native Americans”?
It’s a standing Reverse Cowgirl with some variation that requires the strength and the dexterity.
From a side angle it looks like the woman is flying. Except she’s not flying, she’s being held up from underneath by the guy’s hands while impaled by the guy’s erect penis. Standing with knees bent, he has to hold her…
lindy west! she used to write for jez.
So that doesn’t sound pleasurable...
I.e. something that doesn’t really exist— but which guys sit around all night inventing, because they can’t get it up for simple strangling-and-bukkake porn anymore, and thus need a higher-level thrill.
Spladge.
Having unfortunately been forced to occasionally associate with the Harvard men’s soccer team around the time this list was made, I can assure you that they were not all that attractive. And that none of this surprises me at all.
Even though I found the ending to the Red John saga disappointing, Simon Baker was always delightful.
The show was “The Mentalist”, sort of a CBS version of “Psych” with a super observant savant type helping the police solve crime.
I’m a huge nerd who loved that stupid show with Simon Baker even though I can’t remember the name of it at this moment. Ok, I just love Simon Baker. Dude’s character was actually drinking tea on the show, but the sentiment stands.