Somehow the familiarity of those times survives the years; we chatted amiably for hours, noting that we'd both lost touch with the folks we'd been dating.
I've read this story before. That's not the ending. Everyone! TiVo resettage!
I guess Unf will have to go find himself a new blog to hide from the in-laws, Alameida-like. And decades from now, some enterprising young blog-historian can trace the connections of secret blogs hiding secret bloggers in the face of marriage.
Apparently unfogged is "the Bloggy-Blog par excellence [sic]".
Think of it, ogged. If you met a girl of whom it was true not only that you could tell her about unfogged (which you'd be forced to do eventually anyway), but also that you could tell her parents, wouldn't that mean that she was The One?
Though I suppose this means that the ex's parents were in the dark.
FILTB = father I'd like to buttfuck? father I'd like to bite?
woo Unf!
At his own engagement party?
So "amiably chatting" is what they're calling it nowadays.
If Unf wants to join the seething throng of non-contributing contributors to The Weblog, he's welcome to.
ogged,
I really don't fit the part of the actor/friend in "Sideways" but dude - "Engagement party," "old friend," "canoodling memories."
I mean, c'mon, you aren't going to get a better setup than this. Ever.
Chopper,
Nice, very nice. Sold out both nights, future tickets selling well, standing ovulation. Thanks for asking.
One bit of lowbrow humor - I lift a cast member as she runs in the air to get away. Saturday I must have lifted her a little too close, her heel plunked me in the wedding tackle.
It was one of those cases where the sensation starts small and grows. Totally my fault, but this bass was singing soprano until the end of that song.
I won't make that mistake again!
The acronym is FFIL (future father-in-law). Geesh, ogged, haven't you spent any time on the knot or wedding channel d-boards?
hmmm apparently my magic internet connection has picked up vibes from a parallel universe where people on debate teams get laid. Who won the Second World War over there?
I see trackbacks still don't go to the right post.
a parallel universe where people on debate teams get laid
Either "canoodling" means something different to the Brits or you haven't been following the saga of ogged's TiVo.
And from the sound of it, it was low-impact canoodling at that. Ogged and his special friend were probably just hugging.
We all know what "lite" beer and making love in a canoo have in common, no?
I've heard it with "American beer".
Anyway, I believe all we really know about ogged's TiVo troubles comes from the post–high school period, nicht wahr?
Fun and excitement in a vaguely cylindrical object, somewhat diminished by an attempt to avoid the negative consquences of sensual indulgence, in one case, calories, the other discovery by the camp counselor?
I took
we were innocents
to suggest the TiVo-independence of his ministrations. But looking at it again, he could just mean that the N of his N-some was never more than 2.
I made your second interpretation first; after all, "we were innocents" is qualifying/explaining "separately joint".
So it's possible the post contains ironic humor.
I was also unsure about what work "we were innocents" is doing in a discussion of hotel room canoodling.
On renaming the site—I think "Pwn-tang" is available.
Are you suggesting, SB, that by "separately joint; we were innocents" ogged meant that he and his debate partner retired to separate rooms with their girlfriends, where they all masturbated furtively?
I'm suggesting that ogged could have written "separately join; we were the Mulvaneys" with equal clarity.
You just wanted to write "furtively", anyway.
Who would be pwn, and who would be tang?
Wait a sec: which joint was being canoodled? Maybe d-squared's interpretation was correct.
If Unf wants to join the seething throng of non-contributing contributors to The Weblog, he's welcome to.
Seeing as how Unf is getting invitations to be a non-contributing contributor at other blogs, I'd like to extend an invitation to start up a blog with me. He wouldn't have to do anything other than lend his name to the enterprise.
It's not really a joint, you know.
I believe at my school the debate team girls all had crushes on the faculty advisor; the debate team boys, not so much.
The area where the penis meets the groin would seem to fit this definition: A joining of two things or parts so as to admit of motion. Unless there is something wrong with my joint. In which case I should get that movement checked out.
Also, w-lfs-n, SB, FL, or Weiner should really use their analytic skills and define under what circumstances we can consider ogged's TiVo reset. What if he decides to switch teams? Must he be a top? Etc. Failing to plan is planning to fail, people.
Unless there is something wrong with my joint. In which case I should get that movement checked out.
Boy, my first boyfriend was always insisting that he had an abnormal penis because you could move it around like a joystick. Not knowing better, I believed him, until I encountered others. He was relieved when I informed him that in fact, he was just like everybody else.
I think anatomical jointhood implies a meeting of ligaments and bone. What you have there is a cock nexus. I mean, you can tense and relax, tense and relax, tense and relax your buttocks, but what you have there is not, by dint of your waggling, a joint.
Technically, you don't need to tense and relax your buttocks.
It's not a need like food and shelter, but if you had to perk your butt rhythmically to save a kitty-cat from drowning, you might feel justified in saying "need".
Isn't the Stop Press news that Unf is marrying into the w-lfs-n family?
35: Clinton Rules? Although the idea that you had sex if you got to second base was always ridiculous.
SB:
There are ligaments associated with the penis, and we do call inserting one's penis in another "boning," so I think we're at least metaphorically close even on your definition.
40: can you send me a movie of the incident that inspired this comment?
SCMTim: I concede.
Matt: You have a thing for kitty-cats, don't you.
On 40, I want to say that the real question is in a disaster, if you had to choose, which would you save, your penis or your cat. But that's too easy. What about: your penis or your mom?
The lady or the tiger, eh?
The lady or the tiger, eh?
That story's ending is such a copout.
45: Actually, a harder question would be "my penis or someone else's cat."
I suppose that takes care of 44, too.
Yep. It would be much improved (if still a copout) just by striking the final paragraph.
I believe "sepeartely joint" was Ogged's way of clarifying that they weren't a foursome.
Matthew Munich, rhymes with "eunuch".
I was thinking both hands. Maybe both legs, below the knee. I'll leave it to the more zealously imaginative here to lay out the situation that leads to such a decision.
That was a crappy comment. Sorry, Matt.
No no, nice, now that I pick up on the Munich-Wien connection.
(5, 4, 3, 2...)
I had that connection in mind when I wrote it, of course.
Lite beer and making love in a canoo are both effing close to water. Yuck yuck.
And, Matt, re 49 - that would have to be some helluva cat!
Yes, but I didn't get it at first.
Aren't you supposed to be melting down? Did you vaccinate yourself against it by melting down in advance?
Tripp, I really like my cat.
Uh, by "of course", I meant, "not really".
I understood what you meant, SB.
But it makes so much sense! What does Matt Weiner become when you remove the weiner? And you notice that Munich in fact has no sausage? (Note: Not really.)
OK, back on topic:
I don't see what incentive Unf has not to tell FILTB about the blog. It's not like he ever posts anything revealing (or anything at all).
And--"ah, so you're the other half of Unfogged"--clearly he did not mean the other half to Unf, since Unf does not take half the burden. So you must be the other half with respect to another participant in the conversation--that is, FFIL. And who's the other other half? Labs. So FFIL is Labs. As well as w-lfs-n. He gets around.
I might say that I'm always-already melting down, if I knew what that meant.
Also, Matt, aren't you owed two whole summary bannings now, on account of 57 and 64?
Well, if he's still interested in the ladies sans sausage, especially if he does retain his Eien, Matt might very well be called Munchen...
That pwns, Chopper. Now stay away from me.
(Why do I get banned for 57?)
Besides arming me with a vocubulary I don't understant, reading The Weblog makes me wonder: why aren't biologists called "biologians"?
67: Because you referred to the Pentagrammaton by name.
Reading the Weblog led me to wonder why chiropractors refer to their practice as chiropractic, and not something respectable like chiropracty or chiropraxis.
They would, if they were pragmatic.
So why are attendees called attendees instead of attenders? I never got that.
At least Unf gets some. Apologies if I swaggered too late into this, but I couldn't be arsed to read the other 70 comments.
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