Kiss me; no, whip me; I'm so confused; help me Jebus

Asbestos burqa 'd fix that.

You know what I love about rules like that? Playing “Spot the Author’s Sexual Hang-Up.” For this one, I got fifty that says it was someone who gets off on sniffing chair seats.

Oh come on, you can’t just leave us hanging like that!
What book was it, and what were the messages? And what was the reason she couldn’t use her left hand?

Actually, I thought of Silas in The DaVinci Code. He was using this thing.

I’ve never understood self-flagellants.

Guin, you know the left hand is the sinister one. Bad, bad left hand!

Which is why my mother - a Presbyterian educated by nuns - is ambidextrous to this day!

Jeez, and I thought the girls were kissing each other.

Thanks for getting me all excited over nothing.

DtC: :smiley:

If I learned anything in journalism school (obviously, “how to write in English” wasn’t one of them) it was that there is nothing more deadeningly dull than normality and dull doesn’t sell newspapers.

I wonder if Mr. Brost was also instructed to inform the principle that he was a bad little kitty, too.

Nah, Wasilla must be…experienced. It and its inhabitants defy description, although our illustrious idiot-in-residence in the senate characterized them all as “valley trash” a few months ago.

Ah yes…the Rev. Jerry Pervo…er Prevo. Words cannot express the contempt I have for this guy. He’s forged a Baptist empire out of the wilderness, complete with 22 houses that are tax exempt. I keep hoping someone will catch him with his dick stuck in a chicken.

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