Like prehistoric rodents who start competing for/choosing mates based on the size of the male's front teeth, setting up a weird evolutionary dynamic where eventually they can't lift their giant toothy heads of the ground and then they go extinct.
OK maybe not exactly like that, but don't pretend we wouldn't all like to see Texas disappear forever.
Maybe the ones I see being sold are pre-decorated. Just the (flared) base.
The only thing that's slightly annoying is that it presents Texans as being pathologically monolithic. There are plenty of goth and hippie kids who wouldn't be caught dead in such things, for example. There are plenty of cheerleaders in any state who would enjoy such a ritual.
There are plenty of cheerleaders in any state who would enjoy such a ritual.
I doubt that.
Tell me about Penn State again, Mobes?
That's like miles and miles from here.
Penn State has poor taste in different ways.
I don't think we need a link to inform us about Penn State's poor judgment, Mobes.
Everybody could use the occasional reminder.
but don't pretend we wouldn't all like to see Texas disappear forever.
We'd all like to see your mum disappear forever.
What is up people??
I wrote a response to LB's wonderful hack job.
http://allislost.wordpress.com/
I think you mean "hatchet job."
Although I like "hack job". It has the warming implication that I get paid for this sort of thing. Not true, but a pleasant thought.
The mums would be a suitable means to hide an early first-trimester pregnancy, which seems like a useful function in a Texas homecoming court.
read, my pet, I am not upset at receiving the hack job. I do wish you'd work a bit more on your language skills though.
thanks for sharing it. how are you doing with your English lessons these days?
no, I don't think you ever could or will. a shame.
i think the link is worth reading , LB
text if you read about these two writers it's very as if like lesson- worthy, maybe they were bad writers or not as bad writers as their contemporaries thought, just reading wikis on them is kinda like embarrassing on behalf of their contemporaries, people can be so mean with and without a good cause
i understand any author has a high self-esteem without which it is impossible to create anything and which gets hurt by the kind of review what LB wrote on your book, she herself cant take any criticism in the threads here too, it's just a matter of literary tastes, maybe she doesnt like reading beckett for example too, all i read her book recommendations are some kind of genre literature, ya or mystery so must be there is a young lawyer type of lit out there too
so i mean, it's maybe not much use how to nurse one's hurt feelings as an author, hope you'll get luckier with your second book
So these mums bear no resemblance to what I know as mums, like this. Huh. These mums are fearfully like overweighted award medals, for going to the prom, or rather homecoming dance! Huh.
I just didn't see that coming at all.
I like the photographer, Nancy Newberry.
Photographs seem to be affecting me lately; my brother put together an online album of photos from our family, must be at least a hundred of them, and at least half of them I've never seen. OMG.
They did this at my high school in the 90s. Some of the mums were big enough to require a harness over both shoulders. Mini teddy bears in the center were common. And it was very much a status thing within the orbit of cheerleading and sports cliques.
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Wow, the menorah could really use a good polishing, and that is not an innuendo about my nine-pronged penis.
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Dialogue with partner:
HER: Having a baby together is like being in prison, and if you're lucky you picked a good cellmate.
ME: Am I the cellmate or is he the cellmate?
HER: You're the cellmate. He's the warden.
[silence]
ME (hopefully): I heard people sometimes rape each other in prison?
Maybe I should have gone presidential for that. You sort of had to be there for the last line, it makes sense in the context of the impact of infant caretaking on coital frequency.
I'm old and in the way now, but back in my day, at least in flyover territory, it seemed like the tradition was about letting the boy touch the girl's boob in front of her parents. A very weird power dynamic, and a sort of preview of all sorts of what's wrong there. I did that once, and was very weirded out. Despite great fooling around in her parent's baseroom with approximately no subterfuge.
At least, it gave me a treasured neurosis, and the taught me that I'd rather fool around when Dad didn't have a baby monitor on the wall. [insert reference to the Chili Pepper's song about Catholic schoolgirls here] Although I did have to attend church the next day with them, and start learning how Catholicism is different than how the various Protestants do things.
it seemed like the tradition was about letting the boy touch the girl's boob in front of her parents
That and topless Trivial Pursuit were all we had.
31.last is a little dark... but hilarious.
We need research on how pruno affects breast feeding.
You can wait til after the holiday.
I think you're a little closer to the research world than I am.
How would one go about getting the pruno for such a study? Ex-prisoner consultants?
@34 - it wouldn't surprise me that Catholics would do that.
