Fashionistas you have arrived 3-25-03 - 10-3-03

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
So let me get this straight -- you are saying that leasing is good for the poor mothers of fancy lawyer-ladies who purport to worry about mom breaking down on the highway but would rather fritter their money away on online poker than buy mumsie a new reliable car?

And here I thought you were one of those nicey-nice posters.

I will at some point be in the position of buying vehicles for my mom, don't you worry! And unless I can use my $40,000 fake money winnings to buy said vehicles, my poker playing does not enter the equation.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
I guess he liked what he saw and planned to stay for a while so he decided to roll a joint, or he had one on him or something like that. Anyway, I heard this voice, but I ignored it. Then I heard it again "want some?", but I ignored it again. Then his roommate is standing over us saying "I SAID, DID YOU WANT SOME??" in a really loud voice. (I think the roommate did not realize that the show was going to be over if he disclosed his presence and offered us some of his stash).

So that is how we were interrupted. And of course I wanted some. It was kind of him to ask.

He should have just waited until you were done. He could have lit up using the burning mattress or his roomate's flaming corpse and you could have sat back and smoked together.

TM

[leagleaze]

I actually have one to share, the last time we did this poll I did not. Probably this accounts for my lowered purity score.

Anyway I was at a gf's house (now an ex) having spent the night after going out with she and her sister for her sister's birthday. Her sister lived a bit away so she spent the night as well.

Sister slept on couch in the living room, and my ex and I were sleeping in the ex's room. There is no lock on the door. My ex wakes up and decides we need to have half awake sex, actually what she decides is she needs to perform sex acts on half awake me, so I'm just laying there, with my back to the door - my ex also had her back to the door with her arms around me and hands located in a variety of places.

Things are just starting to get interesting and I am becoming more awake when in walks her sister. I imagine from the back it just looked like we were spooning, and we were both clothed, so she's totally clueless as to what is going on. She asks ex for whatever it was she needed and walks out.

I just burst out laughing, of course, now, fully awake.

[dtb]

Originally posted by Seven of Nine
Well, you could always just pierce your tongue, crop your hair and wear your rugby shirt around. It certainly seems to work at Wellesley.

Huh? Are you suggesting that lesbians go to Wellesley? No doubt this is true. However, if you are putting forth the claim that the sapphic population is per-capita greater than at any other institution of higher learning (excepting all-male institutions, of course), such claim is dubious indeed; and shit.

[Sparklehorse]

Just in case someone is bored with the sex stories, here is an amusing web site where one can see how photos look before and after being touched up.

Link for Greg's Digital Archive

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by Sparklehorse
Just in case someone is bored with the sex stories, here is an amusing web site where one can see how photos look before and after being touched up.

Link for Greg's Digital Archive

The blond lady looks freaky. Her after photo is bizarro.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by dtb
sapphic population

No, copulation.

[Atticus Grinch]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
So her choice is to own a old, decripit car that will require loads of repair expense or lease a new one every 3 years.

The Magliozzi brothers wrote a column about this phenomenon. Their analysis was that a car has a pretty consistent annualized repair cost over its lifespan, but consumers don't budget for it. The annualized amount obviously varies from model to model, but it's relatively consistent. So this idea that gradually a car ages to a point where its repair cost will ever-increase until it exceeds the "I should get rid of this piece of shit" factor is a myth --- it only seems that way because a car doesn't require much in the way of repairs during its first two years, and you're still happy with it notwithstanding the repairs for a few years after that, but after you fall out of love with it, you resent each new repair and it seems like you're throwing money down a rathole and it will only get worse.

If true, this means you shouldn't get rid of a car because you expect its annual maintenance costs will increase over time; you should get rid of a car because (1) you're faced with a single catastrophic event that kills the car or requires repairs that approach the cost of obtaining a replacement; or (2) you're honest about the fact that you're getting rid of it because you don't love it any more.

Granted, they're auto mechanics who get paid when cars break down, but they seem like straight shooters. Besides, it's just a variation of sunk cost theory.

[Adder]

Originally posted by Sparklehorse
Just in case someone is bored with the sex stories, here is an amusing web site where one can see how photos look before and after being touched up.

Link for Greg's Digital Archive

I don't think you belong here.

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by dc_chef
Mrs. Chef and I are working at home today. As we were just about to have sex, the cleaning woman showed up, walked into the foyer, and started yelling, "Hello?!?" The Mrs. threw on some clothes and ran downstairs, telling them that if they started on the first floor, we would stay upstairs. Lucky for us, the bedroom door has a lock on it.

Now would be an appropriate time for all of you to weigh in with stories of your own examples of coitus interruptus, or almost coitus interruptus.

See flower guy on beach story from a few days ago. Also, in college, my roommate commented to me the next morning, "I saw four feet and decided I didn't need to go to bed just then." Not really a coitus interruptus story, because there was no interruptus.

[pantaloonie]

Originally posted by dc_chef
Mrs. Chef and I are working at home today. As we were just about to have sex, the cleaning woman showed up, walked into the foyer, and started yelling, "Hello?!?" The Mrs. threw on some clothes and ran downstairs, telling them that if they started on the first floor, we would stay upstairs. Lucky for us, the bedroom door has a lock on it.

You greedy bastard! Why not invite the poor woman into your bedroom for a menagerie a trio?!? Whattayou, too good for the cleaning lady???

Originally posted by dc_chef
Now would be an appropriate time for all of you to weigh in with stories of your own examples of coitus interruptus, or almost coitus interruptus.

Okay, you prurient little cleaning woman snubber, here's a flipside interuptus story. Back in the day, when I interned on Capitol Hill for a prominent female Democratic Senator from California (no names please), I lived in a townhouse with 5 other interns. One night I picked up this Republican tramp at the Hawk and Dove and gave her the old wam bam don't let the door hit you in your soiled pantied ass one night stand. As we were drunk and it was dark, neither of us realized that my roommate was in the room when we came in and did the nasty. And again. And again. So after I walked her to the door in the morning to ensure that she didn't try to swipe any of my Dave Matthews Band CDs, I go back to my br and walk in on my twisted little roommate jacking off while holding the ho's bra that she had apparently left behind in my haste to get rid of her. After I vomitted on him, I proceeded to kick his pervy little ass. Interrupted for real.

[Fugee]

Originally posted by ThrashersFan
I wonder if he would have been in trouble if it had been his son instead of his daughter. Anyway, the world has become quite the fucked up place when you can't throw your kid around for missing a penalty shot ---

Bitch, please (did I get the punctuation right?). You have to read between the lines: "The family moved to the Toronto area from California earlier this year...." They just didn't want some Left Coast poser horning in on good old Canadian Hockey.

Fu(Go Wild!)gee

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by ThrashersFan
I thought it was "going commando" only if a dude was doing it. Does "going commando" apply to chicks as well?

A friend of mine has a tee-shirt with one red shoe on it. I asked him about it once, and he explained that he's found that in Texas women wearing red shoes generally are going commando. I protested. "I'm wearing red shoes right now." We looked down and, indeed, I was wearing red shoes. "and I'm not going...uh...wait..." I felt around and lo and behold, I wasn't wearing underwear. He just smiled. I've since realized that he's generally right and I tend towards commando when wearing red shoes.

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
The Magliozzi brothers wrote a column about this phenomenon. Their analysis was that a car has a pretty consistent annualized repair cost over its lifespan, but consumers don't budget for it. The annualized amount obviously varies from model to model, but it's relatively consistent. So this idea that gradually a car ages to a point where its repair cost will ever-increase until it exceeds the "I should get rid of this piece of shit" factor is a myth --- it only seems that way because a car doesn't require much in the way of repairs during its first two years, and you're still happy with it notwithstanding the repairs for a few years after that, but after you fall out of love with it, you resent each new repair and it seems like you're throwing money down a rathole and it will only get worse.

If true, this means you shouldn't get rid of a car because you expect its annual maintenance costs will increase over time; you should get rid of a car because (1) you're faced with a single catastrophic event that kills the car or requires repairs that approach the cost of obtaining a replacement; or (2) you're honest about the fact that you're getting rid of it because you don't love it any more.

Granted, they're auto mechanics who get paid when cars break down, but they seem like straight shooters. Besides, it's just a variation of sunk cost theory.

Well for the first 3 years (in the case of piece of shit Jeeps) everything is under warranty. Thereafter it is not.

[Sparklehorse]

Originally posted by Adder
I don't think you belong here.

If you read the board more than once per century, you might know that I happily participate in sex discussions. Just gave some sex toy advice yesterday, in fact. It was a (lame but emoticon free) joke since others have been complaining about how boring the board has been.