I always thought they were called buckeyes because bucks are bad ass and they will stare into your soul and make your soul explode.
rubs lucky buckeye Oh hells yeah!
My first pit post and i forgot to say fit shuck.
I got a new book today, as an early Christmas present.
I kept having to re-read paragraphs, because that goddamned picture would pop into my head and I’d forget the last thing I’d just read and lose my whole train of enjoyment.
I think, after mulling it over in detail and imagining all the things that squick me out the most about it, in detail, that I am finally developing an immunity. No doubt I will shortly be proven wrong when I try to sleep.
Damn you. Damn you all.
I’ll vote for it. Rolls right off the tongue.
Oh wait. 
Don’t forget to use unsweetened pineapple juice with your cup of sugar!
And it’s almost Christmas! C’mon, people. I was leaning toward, “3. Buckeyes!” myself but our distinguished seated colleague convinced me. She’s right, so right. This updates a horridly stale chestnut (note vegan-friendly nut reference) that has plagued the board for too long as it is.
Do it for Nzinga. Do it because you know it’s right.
I recall a thread about 6-8 months ago in Cafe where she asked something and I posted something that was just a bit “similar but not OP”. Opal threw a hissy fit about how I was not on topic (like a lot of other people) and if we didn’t stop doing it (on Page 3 of the thread), she’d have the whole thing shut down. :rolleyes:
Made me wonder if she was such a control freak about conversations in her real life. No! I said we’re talking about beaches in Florida! Not other things in Florida, not beaches in other places. If you don’t stop talking about other things, I’m stopping this entire conversation and going home! Nyah!"
That one way down on lower Chapala? I always wondered if the tacos de ojo are real or maybe there is a different meaning we don’t know about.
Am I the only one who’s still debating whether to dig back through the thread to find the link to the picture that’s sent everyone over the edge?
The SDMB has been a place of education for me for almost ten years now. Granted, the forms that education has taken has varied wildly, but suffice it to say that most of them have been covered in this thread.
Also, I don’t have a problem with clustered holes, nor much of one with rashes, but combine the two and put in on a breast… that I have a problem with. :shudder:
I’d go with
Crazy Person: I’d like to rent Pie From That Country Arizona Is In, but I can’t find it on Netflix.
Non-Crazy Person: I think you’re looking for American Pie.
Crazy Person: Oh. Em. Gee. I don’t call it that because pubic hair is disgusting, and fake pubic hair is even worse. Also, I’m a feminist, and merkins are the tools of the oppressor!
Everyone Else: Fucko off.
Yes. That is what I said.
I don’t know what to say. I don’t ask for apologies. If you did something bad to me, that is in the past. I don’t care what you say about how you feel about it now. Rather, I care what happens in the future.
If you did something really bad, and feel serious remorse and guilt, then I can commisserate with you in your sorrow. I won’t be an ass if you say you’re sorry.
But I wouldn’t ask for an apology. I don’t really care what words you say about what happened.
By putting “joke” in quotes do you mean to imply I’m being insincere when I say it was a joke?
The previous post about apologies was the reason I put in the line about an apology being in order in the latter post. That’s the only reason the notion of “apology” occured to me. I thought it was a lame joke because out of context, the line “Maybe apologies are in order?” doesn’t really make sense in the post. It’s not something one would naturally have said in that situation. But I decided to leave it in because I did want to communicate some levity somehow in that post.
I may have failed in my intention then. For my intention was to write a small confessional interlude, confessing my own imperfection by giving expression to the imperfect way in which I think. There are plenty of pointers to this in the post. The starkest example is the spot where I say “I know [this] is not the right way to think…”
By two groups of people.
One: Some people on a message board.
Two: Those IRL who are close enough to me to understand that I don’t show remorse by uttering magic words but rather by trying to do something to make the situation better. (Similarly, if it’s a situation where I’m supposed to be apologized to for some reason, they know I don’t put truck in magic words but I do understand their remorse and am sympathetic and will work with them sincerely to find ways to make the situation better.)
I know, that’s why, as I’ve said, I’ll play the game to the best of my ability, even though I don’t believe in it as anything more than a game. Because I genuinely don’t want people’s feelings to be hurt for no important reason–and my own personal hangups are not an important reason.
-FrL-
What about Cat’s Eye? Or Tiger’s Eye? Let’s hope no one buys her a piece of jewelry set with either!
And dammit, Aesiron, I take PRIDE in being one of the punching bags of the SDMB, mmkay?
(Fortunately, I’ve seen the “lotus boob” photo so many times, it doesn’t phase me anymore. I’ll even admit it’s a fairly skillful photoshop job)
I might check out a tiger, but I’ll be damned if I eat cat back strap. Great dane or pit bull? I’d give it a try.
That’s a euphemism for “whorehouse,” isn’t it? Damn you and your references to the female sex parts! The last thing I want to think about when I’m on the Internet is a soft, pink, glistening, slightly fuzzy…
Wait a second, I like coochie.
Carry on, sir. Taco taco taco.
A friend of mine told me you can actually find pictures of soft, pink, glistening, slightly fuzzy . . . . coochies on the internet.
Is this possibly true?
Please do. People should really quote the link if they’re going to exclaim: “ew gross!”
This thread has everything!
I did. And then I accidentally opened it two more times while closing some tabs. That picture has become a movie in my head. The little buggers have made it all the way to her navel, and now I’m remembering a scene from Smilla’s Sense of Snow.
ETA: Knock yourself out!
No, it should take effort to conjure demons.
Oh yeeessssssssss findssss the picturessssssss, it’sss what it wantsessssss.