I realized recently that I'd forgotten entirely about the existence of grapes. For two years.

My lover is writing her MA thesis in Robert Mapplthorpe, so now all we talk about is butts or dicks...or, recently, Nancy Grossman.

Brilliant.

A John Carpenter soundtrack for Casablanca and a Scorpions soundtrack for Zulu.

Don't drag Sting into this.

Pauly Shore is Victory.

It was mentioned in Snowcrash (N.S.)

His Divine Shadow.

Having a urethra that passes through the prostate, though, sucks. Prostatitis isn't as bad as prostate cancer, but it stays with you for years (it doesn't pitch a tent and camp there until you get rid of it, it builds a city. ),and plays hell on your sex life, not just urinary functions...I can't think of a strength…