Toronto Trim's Hotel Cum Drop-in Centre

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Suppose I want to fly somewhere on Monday. Can anyone recommend a web site for last-minute ticket deals?

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
I'm now holding a steak in front of my face, singing "I know what fringe likes, I know what Fringe wants . . ."

Location aside, they have ribeye for dinner. They could probably get one out for your breakfast. If you're nice.

I neglected to do that with my pets last night. Maybe I will go there for dinner. I don't think I've had ribeye since I moved here.

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
New York Strip? Thats too much work. Ribeye? Too much fat. Filet is like all the best meat of both, with none of the work. And what's this silliness about sauce? I'd scatter the teeth of any ccook who covered my filet in any steak sauce. A glaze is fine, a dlittle reduction on the side ok. But no sauce.

Too much work? Does NY Strip give you TMJ as well? To recap: Strip and prime rib are both out on account of jaw pain.

Fat's what makes it taste good, which is the problem with filet. Agreed, it's tender like a ribeye, but without the flavor or either a ribeye or a strip. You may not want it with sauce, but you might as well eat a portobello at that point.

[dtb]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
The wheelbarrow (or "the WB," as we swingers describe it), is simply using the woman's legs as the arms of a wheelbarrow. Traditionally, the woman is facing upward. However, a littled used and unpopular position known as the reverse wheelbarrow does exist. This requires the woman to walk/prop herself on her hands while the man stands/walks behind her. Not very hot.

Hmm. That sounds very, um, acrobatic!

[Oliver_Wendell_Ramone]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
Too much work? Does NY Strip give you TMJ as well? To recap: Strip and prime rib are both out on account of jaw pain.

Fat's what makes it taste good, which is the problem with filet. Agreed, it's tender like a ribeye, but without the flavor or either a ribeye or a strip. You may not want it with sauce, but you might as well eat a portobello at that point.

On your next romantic night out with Sebby, you can split a porterhouse. You'll both be happy. Just don't expect him to go down on you.

[dtb]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
How the fuck does it work if the woman is facing upwards? Is she on a low bench? If she's all the way up on a bed, she's just horizontal basically. If she's facing up, she'd be doing a headstand or something.

No, no, fringey...

The WB (I'm practicing to be a swinger) must take its name from the position you would be in while doing a wheelbarrow race in elementary school. No, wait. I think that was the "crab race" -- ok, I think the namers used the wrong elementary-school race as their inspiration.

[Shape Shifter]

I just noticed the thead title, and am reminded of a horrible event that happened to me. I typically try to avoid shit posts out of deference to the weaker stomached posters, but I recently had the worst shit of my life, and it was definitely a Thing That Sucked. I will provide space for those who do not wish to read about it so they can scroll by or put me on ignore.


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It started promisingly enough. I found a good stall, with no one on either side and a current sports page. I grabbed the paper, settled on my throne, and started the business at hand. I leaned forward while turning the page, and this activated the automatic flusher. While I still find this disconcerting, I have gotten somewhat used to this happening and didn't think much of it.

Then, gradually, my balls started feeling a little cool . . . a little wet . . . higher and higher and . . . HOLY SHIT! The toilet was overflowing! I jumped up, shocked and disgusted, still confused and amazed at what was going on. I struggled to keep my pants and shoes out of the overflowing foul water. Mortified, I struggled with the tp as I contemplated how to clean myself. Could it get any worse?

Yes. A maintenance guy walked up to the stall, and said, "Oh, man, you didn't flush that, did you?" I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe he was talking to me while I tried to fix myself in the stall. Nobody had ever talked to me while I was in a stall.

And what a stupid question. "It flushed itself." He just muttered, "Oh, no. Oh, no. It was broken." I couldn't believe I had to have a conversation with someone who soon would be cleaning up my waste, and I grew infuriated.

"Why didn't you put up a fucking Out of Order sign?"

"We don't have a sign."

"Well, why don't you fucking make one?"

I finished drying my balls, feeling sick in my stomach. I stormed out of the hall as quickly as I could, trying to have as little face-to-face time as I could with the maintenance guy, who was still muttering, "Oh, no. Oh, no." I couldn't get too far, though, because, fuck, I had to wash my hands.

Shaken and completely traumatized, I made up some excuse about feeling nauseous and went home to shower, feeling dirtier than Charles when he lost his virginity. I should sue.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
Suppose I want to fly somewhere on Monday. Can anyone recommend a web site for last-minute ticket deals?

Depends on where you're going. Southwest has "Ding" specials that are usually last minute, but also usually mid-week. Sometimes weekend specials.

Alaskaair.com has web specials that are also pretty last minute.
Again, depends on where you're going.

I was told that Priceline lets you pick your flight and whether you want non-stop or not, but I've never used Priceline. Orbitz or Expedia sometimes have some last minute deals. But not often.

eta web specials page

eta DING specials - click on DING

[spookyfish]

Originally posted by dtb
No, no, fringey...

The WB (I'm practicing to be a swinger) must take its name from the position you would be in while doing a wheelbarrow race in elementary school. No, wait. I think that was the "crab race" -- ok, I think the namers got the wrong elementary-school race as their inspiration.

Nobody in their right mind is going to name a sexual position after a "crab race". I'm just sayin. . .

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by dtb
No, no, fringey...

The WB (I'm practicing to be a swinger) must take its name from the position you would be in while doing a wheelbarrow race in elementary school. No, wait. I think that was the "crab race" -- ok, I think the namers used the wrong elementary-school race as their inspiration.

I agree with you. But the wheelbarrow race position is what raouaouoauaoal called a reverse wheelbarrow. I'm sure everyone will agree I am mainly correct when I say he's full of crap on this.

[Alex_de_Large]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
Suppose I want to fly somewhere on Monday. Can anyone recommend a web site for last-minute ticket deals?

I've gotten great last minute deal on cheaptickets.com.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
I agree with you. But the wheelbarrow race position is what raouaouoauaoal called a reverse wheelbarrow. I'm sure everyone will agree I am mainly correct when I say he's full of crap on this.

I am. A quick scan of a sex position website has informed me that what I had considered the wheebarrow is NOT the wheelbarrow.

And I still can't figure out what the face to face position I descirbed earlier is called...

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
I just noticed the thead title, and am reminded of a horrible event that happened to me. I typically try to avoid shit posts out of deference to the weaker stomached posters, but I recently had the worst shit of my life, and it was definitely a Thing That Sucked. I will provide space for those who do not wish to read about it so they can scroll by or put me on ignore.


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It started promisingly enough. I found a good stall, with no one on either side and a current sports page. I grabbed the paper, settled on my throne, and started the business at hand. I leaned forward while turning the page, and this activated the automatic flusher. While I still find this disconcerting, I have gotten somewhat used to this happening and didn't think much of it.

Then, gradually, my balls started feeling a little cool . . . a little wet . . . higher and higher and . . . HOLY SHIT! The toilet was overflowing! I jumped up, shocked and disgusted, still confused and amazed at what was going on. I struggled to keep my pants and shoes out of the overflowing foul water. Mortified, I struggled with the tp as I contemplated how to clean myself. Could it get any worse?

Yes. A maintenance guy walked up to the stall, and said, "Oh, man, you didn't flush that, did you?" I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe he was talking to me while I tried to fix myself in the stall. Nobody had ever talked to me while I was in a stall.

And what a stupid question. "It flushed itself." He just muttered, "Oh, no. Oh, no. It was broken." I couldn't believe I had to have a conversation with someone who soon would be cleaning up my waste, and I grew infuriated.

"Why didn't you put up a fucking Out of Order sign?"

"We don't have a sign."

"Well, why don't you fucking make one?"

I finished drying my balls, feeling sick in my stomach. I stormed out of the hall as quickly as I could, trying to have as little face-to-face time as I could with the maintenance guy, who was still muttering, "Oh, no. Oh, no." I couldn't get too far, though, because, fuck, I had to wash my hands.

Shaken and completely traumatized, I made up some excuse about feeling nauseous and went home to shower, feeling dirtier than Charles when he lost his virginity. I should sue.

My sister sued for something like this. She was kicked out on a motion to dismiss. "The court finds claimant's delivering of a 'blumpie' was not a reasonably foreseeable activity in the area of a Flushmaster 1900."

[ltl/fb]

best olives for a martini, for someone who likes olive-laden martinis. This is for a gift. The person prefers their martinis made with vodka, not gin. Yes, I realize this is a travesty to many. However, as this is a gift to a person sorely in need of an alcoholic gift, I feel it is not the time to try to show him the error of his ways. No, I am not going to switch the gift to scotch to avoid the issue.

[Bad_Rich_Chic]

Originally posted by Not Bob
Black Bush is a safe bet.

Damn, until I saw the re: line, I thought you were arguing with Paigow.