Hey, wait a second. What's that crap about a man, anyway? Like THEY know how to finish a fucking thing without a woman behind them, helping. Yeah. Right.
But didn't 'helping' sound so much better, even if it wasn't altogether accurate?
Sort of like a commercial for drugs, where they tell you how much better you'll feel, except then they tell you in this fast low voice at the end, to watch out for all those annoying, pesky little things like heart palpitations, nausea, shortness of breath...
Sort of like a commercial for drugs, where they tell you how much better you'll feel, except then they tell you in this fast low voice at the end, to watch out for all those annoying, pesky little things like heart palpitations, nausea, shortness of breath...
Or other pesky things like, if you're pregnant, DON'T handle these pills because of potential birth defects to the baby...that, just to grow some friggin' hair.
... that stuff about baldness being a sign of a man having extra testosterone, um, I think that must be true.
My mom used to drive a taxi in Las Vegas (twenty years she did that!), and one time she had a bald man in her cab that was very chatty. Somehow the baldness came up as a topic of conversation, and he asserted that "I have better things to do with my hormones than grow hair."
I've used that answer ever since.
(Are we now going to see EE's image with the muttonchops and shaved head?)
Caption: Evil Editor
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Unchosen captions:
"Werewolf popes, Evil Editor, my friend? I see that you missed one...Heh! Heh! Heh!" --Talpianna
And then they will see Novel Deviations coming in the mail with great power and glory... --Mignon
Dis be some funny schitt. --anon.
I'm working on it, Confucius, dammit. I'm working my ass of on it. If only there was a way to know it was worth all this work to finish.
Oh, well.
Hey, wait a second. What's that crap about a man, anyway? Like THEY know how to finish a fucking thing without a woman behind them, helping. Yeah. Right.
Yeah, Robin. "Helping." Right.
OK, Pete, you're right.
Maybe pushing would've been a better word! Heh heh.
Maybe not "pushing" but perhaps "thrusting."
Or even better, "nagging."
But didn't 'helping' sound so much better, even if it wasn't altogether accurate?
Sort of like a commercial for drugs, where they tell you how much better you'll feel, except then they tell you in this fast low voice at the end, to watch out for all those annoying, pesky little things like heart palpitations, nausea, shortness of breath...
OK, maybe not just like that.
Is that Ril is anon's clothing?
Hey, phoenix, I bet you're right.
How about it, ril?
I really liked this caption/continuation.
What's that crap about a man, anyway? Like THEY know how to finish a fucking thing without a woman behind them, helping. Yeah. Right.
Ah, Robin S. speaks the truth!! :-)
Sort of like a commercial for drugs, where they tell you how much better you'll feel, except then they tell you in this fast low voice at the end, to watch out for all those annoying, pesky little things like heart palpitations, nausea, shortness of breath...
Or other pesky things like, if you're pregnant, DON'T handle these pills because of potential birth defects to the baby...that, just to grow some friggin' hair.
Bald can be VERY sexy, ya know? :-)
Bald can be VERY sexy, ya know? :-)
Right on, Nancy!
Oh yeah. Bald can be sexy.
My husband is bald - and all I know is, that stuff about baldness being a sign of a man having extra testosterone, um, I think that must be true.
And I'm good with that.
... that stuff about baldness being a sign of a man having extra testosterone, um, I think that must be true.
My mom used to drive a taxi in Las Vegas (twenty years she did that!), and one time she had a bald man in her cab that was very chatty. Somehow the baldness came up as a topic of conversation, and he asserted that "I have better things to do with my hormones than grow hair."
I've used that answer ever since.
(Are we now going to see EE's image with the muttonchops and shaved head?)
Hmmmm. A bald EE. Very nice. But he could keep the chops, or maybe my favorite, a closely cropped goatee.
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