AvenueB-Dude,
If you REALLY want to make a fool out of yourself again, I suggest you open another Pit Thread named “Ignorance & Ethics: A Dangerous Combination”.
See you there. Bye.
Coldfire
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"You know how complex women are"
This reminds me of the “Home” episode of The X-Files.
Ave nue- what else is Noone telling you?
A lot of siblings are close, it doesn’t mean they are bleeping each other.
My two neices are like that but they are from Hawaii. Maybe it’s a hawiian thing?
This isn’t a matter of “close” or “affectionate,” Handy. It’s downright creepy. I mean, they were Frenching each other at the Golden Globes! And the whole “in love with” and sobbing bit at the Oscars . . . I think family counseling is called for here.
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the Abrams’ bris was certainly memorable
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It gets better. Evidently they’re buying a house and plan to live and work together.
And this is from an interview with Charlie Rose. Charlie has just asked if it was true that her brother was her best friend:
Are they doing each other? Who knows. But if they’re not they’d have to be complete morons to not realize how this looks to us.
Bottom line–they don’t care what we think! Their prerogative, but helluva way to develop a career.
If I had to guess, it would be:
There’s a kind of hush…
All over the world…tonight
All over the world
you can hear the sounds
of siblings in love
You know what I mean…
Or perhaps it’s:
Mum and dad you’ve got a lovely daughter…
Maybe I’m a little dense (I don’t have any sisters), but I’ve never understood why the brother-sister incest thing seems creepy to so many people. If you have a good-looking sibling around your own age, wouldn’t you be tempted?
Cabbage—Har! I’m old enough to have gotten the joke, luv.
Arnie—Maybe; but I don’t think I’d advertise it at awards shows! And judging by her Charlie Rose quote (is that verbatim?) the girl either has a few brain cells missing or took huge hits of heroin before going on the air.
I got the joke, too… but dang it, I’m not old. I’m not!
I’m not Henry the Eighth, either. 
Eve, yes the passage is a verbatim quote. Though the girl does seem a little empty-headed, I’d mark the odd phrasing up to breathless enthusiasm and inexperience. Ever see your own unpracticed conversation reduced to transcription? Not pretty.
And damn you, Cabbage! That was going to be my gag!
Ewwwwww! Arnold, if you had a sister, you wouldn’t be asking this question. I have a beautiful sister, close to my own age, but the very thought of incest gives me the shudders. Maybe it’s instinctive, or maybe society’s taboos have become fully ingrained in me, but either way…no way!
I’d have to back Arnold on this one. It may be culturally unacceptable, but who wouldn’t want to at least sneak a peak? (Come on, be honest here. Use your hormones, not your superego.)
I mean, don’t we have a wonderful concept called “Oedepus Complex”? What’s that about? Incest. At least the sister is closer in age. 
Though from a cultural aspect, yeah it’s creepy.
As for the confusion of the quote, it’s entirely possible it’s simply the effects of impromptu speaking, especially when excited. Try taping a conversation of your own some time, trying to answer impromptu questions on the fly, and see how well you fare.
Do you have a sister, Irishman?
I think all you sister-less apologists for sibling incest should try replacing the word “sister” with “mother” and then see how you feel about it.
“I was born in this town, I was raised in this town, and I’ll probably die in this town. Hell, I’ve already been hit by a car on this street, twice!”–if you recognize where this quote is from or who said it, please tell me.
I do. No.
“I can’t think why fancy religions should have such a ghastly effect on one’s grammar.”
– Dorothy L. Sayers
No sisters at all, so I can’t vote on how much I’m tempted…
But what you really want is cousins! Close enought to be almost incest, far enough away to keep you from being tarred and feathered. Oh yeah! (Can you tell I grew up with nearly a dozen older pretty female cousins? Thought so.)
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
ThisYearsGirl writes:
Or perhaps it’s not to abandon your infant son on a hillside after spiking his feet?
“I don’t just want you to feel envy. I want you to suffer, I want you to bleed, I want you to die a little bit each day. And I want you to thank me for it.” – What “Let’s just be friends” really means