That’s all cool, but where does the sex come into it?
Matt:
Yeah, as a conservative I’ve never gone to a protest and haven’t had the opportunity to have “rebel sex.” This may in fact be the major drawback to my political philosophy.
Damn, Maggie, Jarbaby, Scout, Soho, Sue…
Hmmmm. The chicks, they dig Mandingo!
What are all these guys doing here?
First that musclebound Krunk clod poaches Jarbabyj, and then Milo comes in and walks off with Mags right after I got invited onto the couch.
::Walks up to Krunk:: Listen you big dolt what do you think you’re doing… Did you say you were 6’6"? I see. Are you one of those big clumsy guys that would be a pushover, or do you fall more into the dangerous to fuck with category? I may be Primal man/Mandingo, but I probably oughtta ask before I start antogonizing…
Ok, for the 5.9 billion other people who have never been on the Shady Side Academy Cross Country Team… This was the “god” of SSA Cross Country, or so I’m told. It’s origins and true meanings are shrowded in secrecy, and only a select few seniors know the truth of it.
But I have to say, Scylla, you’ve just inspired me to run around the block a few times, even though it’s only an hour to midnight (and the Chief of Police lives up the street from me; this should be interesting…)
Damn, I feel like taking up running again!
I usually think of the longest songs I can and run through them, singing them in my head while I run. I used to be able to pull sub-seventeen minute 5ks. The last time I ran three miles, it took me twenty minutes. Now my knees are shot and I’d rather ski than run, but you’ve still inspired me, Scylla.
Well, I’m back. It was rather uneventful, until my neighbor sicked her dog on me. The SOB chased me halfway up the street, barked a few times, and ran back. Wierd.
Anyway, on my third lap, I saw that the light was on in the house.
My dad asks, “Where were you?”
Truthfully, I said, “Oh, just out for a run.” The man completely understood. Never a day goes by without him skiing, sailing, or hiking. He often combines them, too.
Next time, just take her, Scylla. Don’t slink away with your tail between your legs! You ARE Mandingo Man! TAKE what is YOURS! RAAAAR!
[sub]–Persephone, who is going to have some really good dreamage tonight…[/sub]
No worries, Scylla. I may be the physically dangerous type, but something tells me you’d verbally reduce me to flaming chunks of rubble before I moved a muscle.
Scylla, master wordsmith that he is, didn’t mention my overwhelming number of double-entendres. The sex is all there, people, you just gotta look for it.
Come on, people. Read this again.
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Legs wide apart? Three feet of steel in the hand? Balls of the feet?
