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| Do feminist women suffer from "small man syndrome" ? Was watching a Strap-on Sally (lesbian feminists having sex with other lesbian feminists) flick, and have you ever noticed the size of the strap-ons they wear to have sex with? Good lord, the things hang down to their knees! They're long enough to make the average black guy look like he's got a tater-tot. Why do they want them so large? Is it an insecurity type of thing? |
| I think I just through up a little in my mouth... Gee, thanks for that.... |
| Who sings this? I only this part of the song "Strap on sally used to chase us down the ally, we feared for our behinds" What a great line! |
| Title Love Is The Law Artist(s) Seahorses We lived in a dogfish egg case You could barely call it home Sorry little lot no roof on top But the fish left us alone Try a little more said the girl next door It's time to roam Mad Lizzy Crumbs blind cobblers thumbs Were a sight to behold She was a rum old slapper and we always tried to get her pants off when she phoned Left her cap by the sink it's not what you think Oh take me home Now we know where we're going baby We can lay back and enjoy the ride Take in the sights and drown in our senses Love is the law so take me deep inside Strap-on Sally chased us down the alley We feared for our behinds Oasis was a shop with shoes so hot They were sure to blow your mind Running so fast I can taste the past Oh take me home Now we know where we're going baby We can lay back and enjoy the ride Take in the sights and drown in our senses Love is the law so take me deep inside These waters run deep it's clear my little one Blue velvet star sky not a sound The light in your eyes, the smile on your ruby lips Tells me my lost soul is found Now we know where we're going baby We can lay back and enjoy the ride Take in the sights and drown in our senses Love is the law so take me deep inside |
| What has a gay person done for you? I hear how miserable we have made life for gays and lesbians and I wonder why we did this? Has our group consciousness become large enough that you don't care what members of the group do....because you don't have to do it or be associated with it? I think this is why. I think in the past if you "supported" something it meant you wanted to be apart of it...now it means "I don't care about homos and what they do?" Do you the loser feeling associated with being in the "dog house" after a break up or betrayal causes men to feel very violated sexually and according to famous author, david eggers....who was the first to talk about the gay scale...mean that losing promotes gayness as winning, or taking another mans woman, promotes self assurance and sexual confidence.....I find these thaughts interesting. I also believe gay men have been dominated, were born dominated and don't have the natural right to breed. They can use science to curtail this reality. Finally, i think nature is cruel. You have to fight and if you don't fight you will feel cornered and want to fight. No man can stand a man taking his girl or the thought of a man taking his girl....unless you promote outright humiliation, strap on sally's and basically the kind of gay crap you see when you walk in Hustler... Gay men...do you ever think you lost woman only to find men? Gay ladies....do you ever think you were hearded into a group of ladies for the ultimate dominate man who you are simply suppose to breed for...while loving and taking care of his ladies and your wifes? I think comparative biology between mammals points the way to many of these startling revelations or at least rarely talked about boundaries and meanings of sexuality. A gay man might be the only friend a straight man has, when it comes to his woman. However, I don't think it is possible for gay men to find straight men unattractive. It think they are always drawn to them....naturallly to serve them...in the years to come will men take more wives, be domineering to homos in natural ways...will men be able to give dirty looks and enter the world that was once reserved for teenage girls...in short, will men use their emotions to do what is natural....too dominate and herd... |
| We just fell in love P&P :-) |
| Knock of Nigel? what the...!? ok if you have seen the advert you will understand the following question... if not, then do not worry yourself this is prob gonna sound a bit alien... the time will come when you will see it and then you may understand... sort of?.... probably not? do you know a knock of Nigel? are you for real? that has gotta be 100% the worst stap line for a tv advert EVER! Where im from this could be interpreted as something completly different... THE QUESTION - are you or is anyone you know a knock of Nigel? a Strap on Sally? or a Please, Please Pete? |
| no, i have no idea what you're trying to say or who you're referring to. |
| How much is too much? Blonde hair dye? My current hair colour is red/copper and i want it bright blonde without bleach so my dad bought me three boxes of dye as my hair is quite long and thick (past my bra strap) and i'm planning on putting all of them on at once and leaving it on for about 2-3 hours but how much would this damage my hair? Where can you buy good hair extensions for a skunk look that you can remove black preferably . No Sally's in the UK |
| You won't get it bright blonde without bleach i'm afraid, if you still wanna try it on long hair you'll probably need more dye than that, BUT never leave it on for that long, it will damage your hair, the best thign to do is leave it for the stated time wash and then repeat with the next lot, (time consuming i know but it's the best way.) |
| My emission / service engine soon light came on - read manual - still don't know what to do. HELP!!? I have a 2005 Ford Escape which is a great little car & serves me well. Today, an icon on the instrument panel came on. It looks like an engine. One part of the manual calls it "emission control" and another "service engine soon". Is it safe to drive? What do I do? Financially strapped for cash - what is the smartest way to handle this? Thanks for your help!! Sally |
| your best bet would be to take it to auto zone or a auto STORE around you and they can pull the code. basically it just means that your service engine soon light and theres a problem but it could be something so silly and simple like a 02 sencor or something. Ites best to go to a auto store because if u take it to a shop theyll either A. charge you for checking it or B. wont charge you but will overly price you on fixing the problem so its best to find it out and then shop around for the best price! |
| How do you like my science fiction story? Data Ghosts Frank stepped onto the grimy pavement and his eyes were instantly bombarded with information from the world around him. Scanning the sidewalk to the left and right before merging with the flow of human traffic, he ignored the fashion ads being targeted to him by the boutique across the street and the menu items from several competing delis nearby. Melting into the foot traffic bordering the busy street, Frank reached one hand up to the strap crossing his chest from shoulder to hip. The strap held a shapeless tan bag secured against his lower back. The bag held his only real possession. This same possession had allowed him to relieve the bank he was exiting of a modest sum of money despite not being a registered user of said bank, and without anyone noticing for at least another 45 minutes. Frank's hand flipped across a small keypad fitted into the strap and immediately the flow of information being fed through his ocular nerve by his display glasses changed and became more filtered. Instead of the constant advertising of consumer services, Frank was now able to read information from the global network of citizen tracking satellites, cross referenced with various local and federal databases displayed in the real time of his heads up display. Rendered in a green font the data dangled like the sword of Damocles over the head of each person on the street. Running a hand through his short hair, Frank scanned the crowd for the telltale blue highlight that would indicate a police officer. Seeing none, he made his way to the street and crossed mid-block to the other side, ready to slip into a waiting alley. Something made him stop short of the side street that was his intended destination. There in front of him hung the names Holden Crane and Sally Wentwall, along with the numbers that marked them as individuals to the government: social security numbers, birth dates, phone numbers, etc. Conspicuously missing were Holden and Sally themselves. Being one of only several people on the planet able to access the information illegally that he was now viewing, Frank had been witness to this anomaly only a handful of times before, and had named them data ghosts. Due to the massive job of tracking citizens via the locater chips mandated in their phones and mobile consoles, the government had employed computer programs capable of creating models for tracking individuals. When a person's activities could be fitted to a high probability then the model updated locations and checked against actual data at varying time periods. When an individual was not where the system expected them to be it was several minutes to hours before the system was back into a synchronized state, depending on the predictability of the citizen. This caused anyone with the ability to plot the individual's information on a heads up display to see the information hanging in the ether above the assumed location of the person. Frank stopped in his tracks, Sally was his girlfriend of several years and Holden was his brother and they traveled this back alley often enough for ghosts to be modeled. Intrigued and irritated, Frank's fingers flipped up to his chest again and after a few short, typed commands, the two data ghosts began to retreat before him. He followed, having switched his view to run in reverse until he could find from where the two ghosts had come. Following them backwards in time, he came to a fire escape that led up to a 3rd floor apartment. Recklessly, Frank rushed up the iron stairs until he was at an open window. One hand on the window ledge and the other securing his tan computer bag, Frank vaulted through the window. The smell in the apartment told Frank what he would find before lunging around the corner and his emotions changed from fury to fear. Lying on an old, dirty mattress in the middle of the room were the lifeless bodies of his girlfriend and brother. Their hands were bound behind their backs with tape and their mouths were bound with gags, and their bodies had been slashed with a knife multiple times. Frank would not forget the look of terror frozen on their faces until the day he died. When he got a hold of himself, Frank increased the time lapse of the backward progression of data. He hoped to find the name of a witness or the murderer. If he would have been running his display in the normal tracking mode now, he would have seen two blue highlighted names approaching and crouching beside the outer door of the apartment as a 3rd green name paused in front of the door. Absorbed in what he was watching, Frank even missed the slight jingle of keys from outside the apartment. Instead, running the information in reverse, all he saw was his own data ghost, Frank Crane, entering the apartment by the front door an hour earlier and murdering his girlfriend and his brother. Frank heard the quiet curse of the landlord as the key he tried in the lock failed to open the door. The foot of the first pol |
| Wow. That's fantastic. It's so far above par with some of the ideas/stories on here, it just blows my mind. I like the technology, I like the way you approched the murders, rather than just saying "They were dead," you described some of the events leading up to it and you used technology to your advantage to give it suspense and quite the twist. The one thing that annoys me, and it's a weird thing to be annoyed by, is the character's name. Frank. His name just sticks out like a green apple in a bunch of red ones. In the futuristic world, approximately 50 years in the future, right? A normal name would be like a middle aged person now with a name like "Edna." It just dosent fit the time, you know? Great job so far. I'm expecting to see this in Barnes and Noble soon. |
| Is my writing any good? PLEASE read! I need your opinion!? Here is a short story I wrote: I walked down the leaf-covered sidewalk. I looked up at the beautiful trees with changing leaves. I loved fall more then any season; Mostly because it wasn’t hot or very cold. But also because it was a very pretty season. My long purse strap was slung over my shoulder. Inside my purse was: my cell phone, a notebook, and a packet of gum. I reached my hand blindly into my purse and felt around for the gum pack. Once I found it I took out a piece and started to chew it. I was walking to Allison’s house. She was a close friend of mine that I had known since Pre-school. Whoever finished they’re homework first had to help the other one with theirs. So, I was going to help Allison. Since I finished my homework first. Suddenly, I heard a noise in the bushes behind me. I looked to where I had heard the noise. I saw nothing. I continued to walk when I heard the noise again. This time it sounded closer. “Hello?” I said, looking around. No one. I kept walking….and of course I heard the noise again. This time I didn’t stop walking. “Alice…” I heard a many whisper. Who was calling my name? I ignored the un-seen person calling my name and kept walking. So suddenly, someone reached out and grabbed my arm. It happened so fast I could not even react. The person had a tight grasp on my arm, so tight it hurt my arm. With one hand he held my arm and the other he used to cover my mouth. “Listen to me, Lady.” The man said in a raspy voice. “Don not make a sound. Do not talk, or even whisper. Do not cry, and especially don’t scream.” He starred at me with his freakishly large dark green eyes. He was had messy, short-ish black hair and a stubble beard. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt and jeans. “Do you understand me?” I nodded. He smiled. His smile scared me the most out of everything about him. He said, “Good. Now I will take my hand off of your mouth and you will tell me your last name and where you live.” I nodded again. The man took his hand off from my mouth slowly. He still held tightly onto my arm. “Name?” He asked impatiently. “Alice Henderson.” I said. My voice was shaky. “A-and I live…” I thought for a moment because I finished my sentence. He would never know if I was lying about where I lived, I thought. So I will just tell him a lie. “My address is 134 Middleham Lane, Aurora Illinois.” I told him. It was my real town, but the address was not mine. It was Sally’s address. Sally was my families old housekeeper. I really liked her. And I don’t know why I gave her address to this freaky guy. It was the first one that came to mind. “Okay.” He said. “Expect to see me again soon.” He did that smile again and let go of my arms. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you.” He turned back around to face me again. “If you were lying about where you live, or your name. I will find out.” Then he dashed off into the bushes and out of sight. I ran all the way to Allison’s house. I knocked on the door and Allison answered two seconds later. She had probably been waiting for me. “Sorry I’m late.” I said, out of breath. “You okay?” Allison asked. “No, no I’m not!” I ran upstairs and into her room. She followed me. We both sat on the edge of her bed as I explained exactly what had happened. After I explained I added, “It was so scary! So scary!” Allison starred at me for a long while until she finally said, “Wow. That is so scary, Alice! But you know, you shouldn’t have told him Sallies address. He might….kill her, or something.” I began to scream when I saw the man who had pulled me aside in the bushes earlier looking in the window at Allison and I. “You liar!” He screamed as he broke threw Allison’s window. The man clamped his hands around my neck and started to choke me. “I told you I would find out if you lied or not!” He yelled. His hands tightened on my neck. Allison was screaming. “I told you.” He said again. “I told you. I told you. I told you! You shouldn’t have lied, Alice. Sally is dead.” He smiled. “And you’re next.” It's not very good! Sorry! But can you tell me if it is at least decent? I made it up on the spot by the way. And I'm twelve. Thank you so much! Sophia's [Sister] |
| This is very good for a twelve year old except for the fact that the sentences could have been strung together.without using the definite article.Such as using and after the sidewalk and dropping the I.The plot is good and you should keep on writing to be able to express yourself.Carry on making up different plots to be able to see what is better for you. |
| Why is my life so unfair? my mom sucks she wont buy me a wii or my own laptop this is my friends computer. i have a shitty phone from cricket. i go shopping with my mom just for her to buy gross meats and not even get me a 59 cet gummy bears. she wont even let me shop at victoria's secret or hot topic says who needs to spend 40 50 dollars on a shirt or 60 dollars on shoes! i unfortnately have the low class mom who is always about getting so much dam food and not getting decent clothes. we shop outlets there clothes suck and payless and target. i hate it. im about to the next time mom makes dinner not even eat it! be grateful for i feed you! i have a friend who collects vintage toys from 90's and 80's and heres alot that she has. im not asking for that much! my life sucks! my mom wont even let me wear spgetti strap shirts! My friend she has a hello kitty tv canopy bed and hello kitty comforter and hello kitty cd player and a big tv 2 tvs in her bedroom a vcr and dvd player hello kitty tv plays a fc twin system super mario games kirby and donkey kong and big tv has playstation 2 and disney games and sonic hedgehog games and naughty dog ps1 game and rugrats games. she also has a blackberry ipod classic 30gbs and nintendo ds, psp, a hp desktop computer in her bedroom also has a droid x, sammantha parkington americain girl doll alot of vintage 90's dolls sally secrets and little miss makeup and baby magic nursery and playskool mermaid also has the 1995 barbie dream house with elevator and sink that opens into bath tub. purple moongoose bike prada bag patricia field barbie purse a chanel purse and dress and her mom buys her stuff online she gets a package about 2 times a week she also got her first blythe doll last week it was taraka simply mango she eats hot pockets alot and sushi her mom gets her at the store and her study has a tanning bed and she has a dresser with a big mirror with princess waves around end. and a zebra high heel chair!! and alot of designer sunglasses! its crazy i know! i being serious. she is really sweet and funny i am jealous i wish my mom would buy me those things! i want something my mom says you have food on your plate you dont need all that crap! it drives me crazy. she shares with me but i wish my mom would buy me things every now and than i want candy she like no put that back :( |
| well your mom has a reason.life has ups and downs.you will see it in years beyond.like dt said"you should appreciate what you have".look you have a cellphone which many guys don't get until 14-18 years old. food which many people don't have in the world like africa,Haiti...even if it terrible food still thank god and your mom that you have food.and clothes you are luck to have clothes.in other countries a shirt could be a lot of money.so be grateful you have your needs ok.oh watch your language on the internet. |
| Which one of these monologues would you want to use? (they're short!)? do you like any of them? I have to do one. Or, can you find a funny one? thanks! 1. non-smokers. is there any group of people more annoying? with their constant need to tell you how bad it is! like I can't hear it on the billboards, in the newspaper, and in magazines, and even in the cigarette packet I'm trying to enjoy. Obviously, I love smoking so much, that I'm willing to get cancer. So you coming up to me saying how bad it is, isn't going to get me to quit. I just can't believe that you smoke. Well, I can't believe that you're really, really fat! and you know what, Sally? If you're fat, or ugly, or both.. you have to be nice to people. because let's be honest, how else are you going to attract people to you? now, So the next time I'm outside, puffing away on my smoke break, and you just have to tell me how gross it is, I'm going to grab you by your arm fat, strap you to a treadmill, turn it on on full speed, and leave you there, to be skinned alive! 2. My shirt's cool because it's got asian symbols on it, right? WRONG. I am not asian, but I'm here to talk to you about asian characters on non asian people. they need to stop, right here, right now. If you're not asian and you have a tattoo already, it's too late for you. If you have a shirt, a sweater, or even a hat, THROW IT OUT. did you know most asian characters are spelled wrong? Here's some food for thought: What if you went china, and all the chinese walked around wearing shirts that said cat with a k? or, destiny with an ie at the end. or money, spelled with a Z. (pauses, and shrugs.) you'd probably be embarrassed for them, or even call them a douche bag. so please, don't be that douche bag. shai shai. which is chinese for bye bye. |
| the first one. and shai shai means thank you and not good bye! |