That sounds like something out of Calvin And Hobbes.
I'm thinking of starting a general sex education thread in Yack Fest. It wouldn't be graphic or raunchy. Just a place where people could ask questions like "Have moved to (country), do not know which brand of condoms are least likely to break" or "Experiencing horrible pain in uterus which goes away as soon as menses are over, doctor?" and not risk being ninja'd by a joke.
In Yack Fest?
Really?
How many of the habituees have uteruses? Or have ever been around one?
edited 15th Dec '11 9:23:07 PM by blackcat
I'm all mad at the Korean Drama I've been watching. I've seen enough of them now to recognize the way some tropes are manipulated and frankly, some of the conventions piss me off. I'm pretty sure that I know where this is going, but I've been wrong before. And I liked these characters up until today.
Rehearsals are going well but I still need one actor. Can the Cobbies please send me actor voodoo?
Presumably all of them at least once in their lives, unless you think some of them were found under rocks, evolution of mold, or otherwise the result of asexual reproduction.
edited 15th Dec '11 11:29:37 PM by Nohbody
All your safe space are belong to Trump*reads post, then looks at avatar*
edited 16th Dec '11 12:08:24 AM by Nohbody
All your safe space are belong to TrumpA spell to attract the services of the right actor for a play.
Supplies:
- 4 blue candles
- a goblet filled 3/4 of the way with water
- jasmine incense
- a penny
Procedure:
Put the four candles around you: one north, one south, one east, one west. Light the candles and the incense. Sit in the center of the candles, facing west. Put the goblet in front of you. Invoke the element of water by repeating 4 times: "Let the water show the location of my actor." Look into the water until a picture forms in your mind of a location. Go to stage center, think of the location you discovered, and leave the penny. Your actor will arrive there shortly.
edited 16th Dec '11 3:40:33 AM by FastEddie
Goal: Clear, Concise and WittyOh god, 1961 the year of the Bay of Pigs incident, one of my earliest memories of unimaginable terror. The nuns sent us home from school telling us to pray that the world didn't end over the weekend. It didn't but I think that ranks as the WORST EVER homework assignment to give a six year old.
Growing up in the shadow of the cold war was NOT fun.

Man, I hope you get a picture.