One of my sons, when he was about 3 asked his grandfather if he could pee into the marsh at the back of the yard. He was given permission and he stood there peeing a strong, yellow arc. Grandpa leaned over to grandma and said, "I sure wish I could still do that!"
I'm all for a Ken doll with a bad aim and unfortunate timing, etc.
I think it's pretty cool that certain scents can trigger long forgotten memories, and all sorts of physical responses, from shivers and goose bumps, to well...you know :wink:
Yeah, and how something we can't even smell, pheremones, can trigger sexual response.
Indeed! Why is it some men can sweat and you could just lap it up, while others send you running for a gas mask?
dròm_et_rêve wrote:Montana wrote:I will make anti-Barbie Bleeding Bitch banners and everything.
LOL! But on a more serious note, wouldn't your anti-Bleeding Bitch stance disappear if I offered you £100,000 a year to sit on the European Cheese and Squirrel liaisons committee?
I can't believe you've a man especially for anti-PMS. Impressed am I.
Well ok, since you put it that way and offered me this nice job, I suppose I could bend a little ;-)
Alright, I'm in :-D
Diane wrote:Oh the idea of a realistic Barbie is fascinating! Montana, what about a Barbie that has disappearing ink for the blood--that way, you wouldn't have anything to clean up?
PMS, tender breasts, ugly mood swings, weight gain, bloating, yes, yes, yes!!! This is a Barbie I could actually like!!
Er, yes, that was a very good idea. <she says, calmly and reasonably> but then throws caution to the wind and says, YES, YES YES, BY GOD, A BARBIE THAT IS LIKE A REAL WOMAN FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!
Ok, ok, bring her on ;-) I suppose I was being a bit harsh and since I have a son, I won't have to deal with her :-D
Kirsten, I guess that's what they mean by 'chemistry'.
If we're going to have a Bleeding PMS Bitch Barbie doll and a Bad Aim Ken, then we should atleast have Barbie come out swinging when Ken misses. She could even throw stuff. If we're going to do this we might as well go all the way.
Yup, bring on the Ken and Barbie's. I wan't to be rich.
I wouldn't seeing a bitter divorcee Barbie. Miniature prozac, inner-city apartment and child support extra, of course.
Back in university, I had a nice group of friends and we were all exchanging drinking stories along the lines of "did you ever do x while you were drunk?" Most of us shared similar experiences, and we were having a laugh, and one friend pipes in: "Were you ever so drunk that you couldn't make it to the bathroom, so you put a bottle by the bed to piss in if you need too?" After a shocked silence, we all started laughing and said, almost in unison "NO!" A couple of weeks later, he checked into AA.
Oops, I made a typo...should have been "I wouldn't mind seeing...." Drom, he was a casual friend. It was university, I have lost touch with most of them.
Might as well throw in a Jerry Springer doll so they all have a place to hang out and flash their boobs.
I thought that that was what you meant.
In another one of these strange University experiments, they said that, out of the five-hundred-and-sixty-something friends one makes, one ends up keeping only thirty as friends until the end... not counting Internet friends, of course.
"I can't help but be intrigued at the Urine-in-strange-places part of this thread; why is it that 'f you have a man, sooner or later he is gonna pee in your hand-basin...' Eww... how unhygenic! Why use a handbasin when a toilet's right next to it?"
In Australia, we call it secret men's business....
