Six, when I taught two girls were doing some “heavy petting” in a room. Since I was the resident lesbian adult, I was nominated to go in and make them stop!
wow, are you lucky. Your mother didn’t give you guilt? No hurt looks, quivering but firmly held lips? No silently dripping tear from the corner of the eye? Not even a hand held delicately over her heart?
Is there some sort of brownstoner event tonight? Is it only for the really regular regulars or for the kind of regular regulars like me who occasionally stop by to say something snarky? Wife and kids are in Vermont at the moment so I might actually be interested in stopping by if I can get rid of this pounding headache induced by three 007s at the Tea Lounge (who goes to the tea lounge for cocktails? really, who does that?)
dibs–is the bf Cantonese or Mainland? If the latter, unfortunately the only gossip I will be able to exchange with him is in my extremely limited Mandarin which consists of: “How are you, thank you!, absolutely not!”
m4l, being multi-lingual, will be a much more spicy conversant than me.
Here’s my dilemma: my favorite yoga class is tonight in PS at 7pm. That means I wouldn’t be able to get to W-burg until 9 at the earliest. And W-burg is so inconveniently located!
“Biff, I suppose the real question is, did you two finish after she shut the door??? LOL”
One of my colleagues used to teach at Jamaica HS in Queens. A teacher there was doing cafeteria duty and noticed a banging noise coming from the huge trash cans in the corner. He thought it might be rats (the school was infested with them) and walked over to investigate. No rats, but behind the trash cans were two students having sex just feet away from dozens of other students eating lunch. The teacher looked down, shocked, and awkwardly said something like “Hey stop that!” to which the male student (on top) turned his head around and asked “Can I finish?”
“… to which the male student (on top) turned his head around and asked “Can I finish?””
Never any love for the female, right?
Six, when I taught two girls were doing some “heavy petting” in a room. Since I was the resident lesbian adult, I was nominated to go in and make them stop!
He speaks both, WonTon. he’s from Fujian.
How can one pass up beer for yoga?? That just sounds oooo wrong.
wow, are you lucky. Your mother didn’t give you guilt? No hurt looks, quivering but firmly held lips? No silently dripping tear from the corner of the eye? Not even a hand held delicately over her heart?
Is there some sort of brownstoner event tonight? Is it only for the really regular regulars or for the kind of regular regulars like me who occasionally stop by to say something snarky? Wife and kids are in Vermont at the moment so I might actually be interested in stopping by if I can get rid of this pounding headache induced by three 007s at the Tea Lounge (who goes to the tea lounge for cocktails? really, who does that?)
dibs–is the bf Cantonese or Mainland? If the latter, unfortunately the only gossip I will be able to exchange with him is in my extremely limited Mandarin which consists of: “How are you, thank you!, absolutely not!”
m4l, being multi-lingual, will be a much more spicy conversant than me.
Here’s my dilemma: my favorite yoga class is tonight in PS at 7pm. That means I wouldn’t be able to get to W-burg until 9 at the earliest. And W-burg is so inconveniently located!
“Biff, I suppose the real question is, did you two finish after she shut the door??? LOL”
One of my colleagues used to teach at Jamaica HS in Queens. A teacher there was doing cafeteria duty and noticed a banging noise coming from the huge trash cans in the corner. He thought it might be rats (the school was infested with them) and walked over to investigate. No rats, but behind the trash cans were two students having sex just feet away from dozens of other students eating lunch. The teacher looked down, shocked, and awkwardly said something like “Hey stop that!” to which the male student (on top) turned his head around and asked “Can I finish?”
“Biff- if you want to cover up, wear a full body spandex suit. You’ll be happy and so will we ladies!”
bxgrl, I gave up on spandex around the same time I gave up on parachute pants and leg warmers.
“Biff, I suppose the real question is, did you two finish after she shut the door??? LOL”
Yes, it just took me a bit longer (i.e., 5 minutes versus the usual 3 minutes) as I had to get the image of my mom out of my mind.
“Biff, what a great day you’re going to have, drunk twice”
or just drunk once – for a long time
Delepp – you gonna be able to make the trip up?