Having sex, curing the headache or kickin’ out (as in, are you kickin’ out tonight? [we’re so romantic]) is what we say in the Tech household.
In fact, if Mr. Tech were to say ‘Let’s make love’, I think it might turn me off.
When Peanut says “make love to me” (and yes, he does use that term), I find the urge to bust out laughing to be overwhelming.
Trust me when I say that I do all in my power not to laugh. I’m pretty sure that would kill the moment.
Even at a wee 33 years old, my old man is truly an “old man”!
Fucking. Anything else is just a euphemism.
My SO and I have had to settle on “making sex” and “having love”. There’s just not an ounce of romantic bone in her body.
Except at certain times… ya’ know? Then, yeah, not much romance going on there. I think.
I’m so confused anymore.
No no gobear. I believe the technical term is “gettin’ stank on your hang low”
ew, jar! lol
Well, yeah, we call it fucking, too. I just assumed that was a given.
Your mother made you eat Donny Osmond? :eek:
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I’ve long wondered if he stay virtuous when every girl on the planet was throwing herself at him. I know I couldn’t and I was a positive PRIG when I was that age.
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The Little Rascals will never be the same again.
The Pistachio Prescription.
I read this book,too. Crazy, I haven’t thought about it in a billion years, and blammo it all came back to me.
um,please resume your conversations now…
It would have gotten a lot more airplay at the station I was working at!
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I fucking love Jimmy John’s.
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Carry on with the sex talk
Um. They don’t? Uh oh…
This reminds me of when I used to babysit as a teenager…a 4-year-old girl was sitting in front of the TV, and she’d brought her pillow with her to lie on, and after awhile I looked over and noticed she was humping it. Not just idly “riding it,” either…her hands were underneath it, in the ahem correct position for adult female…stimulation.
The kid was masturbating in front of God and everyone.
I really didn’t know what to do; I didn’t know if I should tell her to stop, or to let her continue…or to mention it to her parents as something she should perhaps learn to do privately…
So I just distracted her and put her to bed. I didn’t mention it to her parents b/c that would have been far too embarrassing.
Looking back I still don’t know what I’d have done if she were my daughter…but I doubt it would have been poor Jarbabyj’s sperm experience. 
Thankfully, my parents were sufficiently repressed that I learned all about sex through the usual playground channels, and avoided that awkward birds and bees chat altogether.
Did he just say “making fuck”?
We can always count on you for interesting thread titles and posts, jarbaby.
And, in a rare lapse of good taste, that’s all I’m a gonna say.
I wonder if Indygrrl’s mother made her eat alfalfa sprouts.
Awww, ya know I kid!
I was always inexorably drawn to alfalfa sprouts as a child…could never explain it. They were just so much fun.
Well, now I know why:D
Alfalfa sprouts anagrams:
Alas! Pal or stuff?
All off up rat ass.
Foul as pal farts.
A trap full of ass.
And I thought I’d be the first to bring up the The Pistachio Prescription hijack. I remember that book too. And a whole buncha others she wrote.
I will now always relate it to sperm. I hate you, jar.
We think alike, Olentzero. I’ll have ‘Berzerker’ in my head all day now…