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Lech;
What I do in my bedroom is no one’s business. It is a private matter.
Excuse me if I happen to believe that there still should be a shred of decorum when publicly talking about the attractiveness of a woman who has children.
You’re right: the thing to do is to talk about a woman in the most primal sexual manner. Somehow, that is supposed to show some degree of sophistication and wit.
Yeah, I like the balance in PS, Rob. I like the yuppie stuff for food etc, but still like having an Italian American hardware store that knows the ins & outs of stuff in my building.
As for the accent – respect and incomprehension in equal measure.
“Yesterday at the grocery store I had a you moment… the woman in front of me was buying all this fancy pre-cut fruit and things, and she was gonna use her benefits card! But I guess apparently the system was down state wide, and the store could not accept any benefits for the time being. So they had to put all her groceries back on the shelf…and then I realized that the whole time I was shopping in there, I had kept seeing employees of the store with shopping carts full of stuff that they were putting back on the shelves. I was like wtf but then it all made sense. Meanwhile I have carpel tunnel/tennis elbow from working so hard and I’m buying cheap veggies to make a salad at home because I’m b.r.o.k.e.”
Lech;
What I do in my bedroom is no one’s business. It is a private matter.
Excuse me if I happen to believe that there still should be a shred of decorum when publicly talking about the attractiveness of a woman who has children.
You’re right: the thing to do is to talk about a woman in the most primal sexual manner. Somehow, that is supposed to show some degree of sophistication and wit.
“I have carpel tunnel/tennis elbow from working so hard”
What job does this person have??
“Dirty talk just makes me laugh.”
As long as dirty deeds don’t make you laugh, cause that would get awkward.
“Every time I drive though Milford, Connecticut and see the sign at the town line I look at my wife and giggle, and then she punches me in the arm.”
Funny, lechacal. (And I grew up — not in a literal sense — outside Milford)
Yeah, I like the balance in PS, Rob. I like the yuppie stuff for food etc, but still like having an Italian American hardware store that knows the ins & outs of stuff in my building.
As for the accent – respect and incomprehension in equal measure.
Dirty talk just makes me laugh.
LMFAO i just got this email from my friend…
“Yesterday at the grocery store I had a you moment… the woman in front of me was buying all this fancy pre-cut fruit and things, and she was gonna use her benefits card! But I guess apparently the system was down state wide, and the store could not accept any benefits for the time being. So they had to put all her groceries back on the shelf…and then I realized that the whole time I was shopping in there, I had kept seeing employees of the store with shopping carts full of stuff that they were putting back on the shelves. I was like wtf but then it all made sense. Meanwhile I have carpel tunnel/tennis elbow from working so hard and I’m buying cheap veggies to make a salad at home because I’m b.r.o.k.e.”
*rob*
Benson, I take it you’re not a fan of dirty talk in the bedroom?
OK, DCB. Peace.