Nope, I’m the proverbial ‘single dad’…more than that, in December, my daughter’s brother (my ex’s son from another marriage) is coming to live with me. Long story…
If she caught us, it was before she was 4! 
Dang, forgot! T or D?
You pick!
Calm and forboding, the buildings that loom over Gotham’s downtown change their mood completely between day and night. The same tall spires that during the daylight speak eloquently to an architect’s vision of comforting stability and superiority of man over nature, at night are transformed into urban gargoyles, looming almost menacingly over the streets with their spires vanishing into dark mist above. And those buildings preside over the dark streets with eerie calm, silently providing the barrier that serves to keep the night – and the denizens of the night – fenced in.
One such denizen was about to shatter the calm quiet of the night. With an almost stone-steady visage, he watched impassively from above as his plan unfolded: the silent alarm on the building below triggered by his small explosives on the door; the quick arrival of Gotham’s finest in response to that alarm, and their almost immediate incapacitation as his second series of bombs went off, releasing a series of chemicals into the air that temporarily paralyzed the optic nerve and also acted as a powerful emetic. Within moments of their arrival, the Gotham police were unable to see and too busy to care.
Moving forward with the rest of his plan required the arrival of a third party. And while he was fairly confident that arrival would happen, his best planning and analysis left him still unsure quite how and where this figure would appear. So it was with no great shock that he heard the voice behind him.
“Spitting on the sidewalk is against the law. You’d think the bigger the mess, the bigger the fine.”
He didn’t so much as flinch. “Batman, I presume?” He paused. “Because if you’re not, I’ll have wasted a lot of effort on some other freak that likes hanging out on the roof.”
“I’m Batman. And you’re the guy that attempted to rob the Gotham Museum of Natural History.”
“It’s not just an attempt if I succeed, Batman.”
“I think that’s my cue to point out that I’m here to stop that from happening.”
“Oh, undoubtedly that’s your plan.” The speaker paused just for a moment to press the tiny transmitter that triggered the next phase of events below. “But as you’re about to discover, Batman,” he continued mildly, “I have spent some small amount of time planning this evening, myself.”
Bricker, is there *nothing *you can’t put your hand to and do well? Where do I get more? That was great!
Heh, whoops, I should learn that new-fangled reading thing I’ve heard so much about.
And, yes, last time I checked I was, indeed, a woman, and nothing all that weird has happened since then.
Yeah, so if I were a man for a day, I would definitely pee standing up. A lot. It would be so convenient. Eh, and maybe have sex. 
How old are you? If over 30 do you agree that a woman reaches her sexual peak at 35. If not, do you think that men reach the peak at 18?
Hmm. I’m 29 now, turning 30 this month.
Men reach their sexual peak at 18, yes. BUT - that doesn’t mean they can’t still be lots of fun.
As for the other one, who knows? I’ll let you know when I get there. I’m still climbing. 
T or D? And I’ll be gone for a while, but answer when I get back.
T or D, Liberty?
Well, you’re very kind to say that; I’m blushing.
I don’t know where you’d get more, because I wrote that bit in response to your dare, and although I sort of mentally sketched out what was going to happen next… I can’t really see myself writing it, because that would be fan fiction, which concept I usually sneer at.
:dubious: You blush?
Isn’t this a paradox?
'Tis a pity.
As I said, I’ll be gone for a while, but feel free to give me a dare while I’m gone. I like your dares, even if they’re tough. They’re quite challenging.
T pour moi!
Now I must go,
I’m off to bed,
For to my tea and cat I’m wed.
I’ll play again
Tomorrow night,
And take another dare I might! 
One problem with extra verbose posting like this, is that a statement like the above (calling for “T”) can slip by unnoticed.
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Truth, as usual.
Hmm, seems like a lot of people are being asked truths about other Dopers…
Still going strong, I see. In that case…truth.
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About a week ago. I saw the last episode of an anime called Elfen Lied. Very tragic.
Heh! Once upon a time I was filling in a few minutes making myself useful by polishing the family silverware, and Mrs M. came by and bollocked me for using the wrong kind of duster. Not because it was bad for the silver (quite the reverse) but because it was making the duster all dirty and we hadn’t got any more. (I should mention that the village shop was open, two minutes’ walk away, and sold packets of yellow dusters for less than £1.) We rowed about this for quite a while, straying further from the point with each exchange, and I was still pissed off about it the following weekend, enough to raise the subject again. (Why the following weekend? Well, I worked away from home at the time…)
Will that do?
Third go at the dare…
Awww… well thank you very much - very nice to hear when you’re a newbie!
I’ll take a truth as I’m ahem working today…
Your question is
What’s the worst pick up line to ever work on you?
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Harimad-sol, what do you do that annoys other people, but you can’t seem to stop yourself?