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Muffin the Mule..
[an activity banned in most of the EU]
My wife is looking at online porn again. This can happen accidentally to anyone from time to time, usually while reading through the results of perfectly innocent web searches such as oyster bar or prize giving head boy. But here my wife is scrolling through pictures of men being er... “serviced” from behind by women wearing …
Alimentary dear Watson.
I need to watch it here! In Fez on great naughty / un Islamic filter.
I once heard a joke referring to chap who was murdered in Stockwell and the punch line was Brazilian. Imagine my 11 year old daughter's surprise when I asked her what it meant.
Mrs Hudson, reading between the lines, was on tap, and rather sympathetic to the two "bachelors" living together, up to the point of Watson's deviance to marriage. A very modern women, looking back, on all accounts, (although in a long term perspective, just a normal women).
My assumption* here is of a reference to the up-and-coming junior manager's incorrect quoting of 'pecking order' due to never having been down on the farm...
* this word being the subject of the only Samuel L Jackson quote that doesn't include the word that is often written as 'melonfarmer'. But not the Frank and Ernest one.
Hard to say.
On the Wikipedia page for it says: "Advice columnist Dan Savage wrote that he believes all men should try pegging at least once, as it may introduce them to a new enjoyable sexual activity and illuminate them to the receiver's perspective in sex"
So far I have not has such an 'illuminating' experience, but I'm not sure if that is something to be happy or sad about.
>Who the fck is Dan Savage and why is his column so worthy of inspection?
The gentleman in question is an amusing disclaimer of straightforward, honest, factual, helpful, and somewhat frank advice on matters of an anatomical nature for discerning gentlemen in a number of non-Murdoch periodicals on the West Coast of his Majesty's former colony.
Imagine Marjorie Proops written by Joe Orton
Perhaps all those women were also aware that "skiing" is yet another sexual practice and you attempt to excuse your poorly judged vocal ejaculations simply slipped you deeper in to bad boy territory.
OK, I think its time I got my coat...the one with Rodger's Profanasauris in the pocket, thanks...
Not pegging order. Otherwise very chortlesome thank you. But with a bitter twist - brings back all too many memories of incidents of social inadequacy, such as telling a joke to my parents then finding out the next day what it meant. Oh, and - quelle horreur - doing the same with not just my girlfriend, but my girlfriend with half a dozen of her friends. <shudder>
A Unix expert colleague was irritated by one of our other team members who was evangelizing about how much better emacs was than vi, back in the day. To exact revenge, when the emacs user went to lunch leaving his workstation unguarded my colleague hacked the start-up emacs buffer name from "Scratch" to "Snatch".
Later that day the emacs user noticed this and made an exclamation, turning a nice pink shade. He dug through the source code and found the correct name still there. Muttering to himself he started recompiling the tool. At the same time my colleague remotely accessed his workstation and, with expert timing, managed to repeat the binary edit on the executable to change the name again. You can see what happened after. The same process followed several times.
Oh how we laughed later when the evangelist had gone home feeling confused and with his faith in open source compilers quite shaken.
Many years ago, before electronic submission of quotes and the like, some readers may recall the days when companies bidding for government work used to have to be physically deliver their bids in written form on paper * by a specified time.
The usual method was that a large wooden receptacle was placed in a place near the public door to the relevant Department. Normally where the receptionist sat. And thus the young lady would have a large sign on her desk pointing to the Tender Box.
*it wasnt called hard copy then. As the concept of soft copy hadnt been invented back then**
** hard. Tee hee. Soft. Ha ha.
I once asked a Scottish lady admin who was on the phone;
How big is your cache?
Embarrassed silence for minute and she said about normal!
I said what would that be in kilobytes?
She said, could you repeat the question?
When I did she said sorry, I thought you said how big is your gash!
I still tremble at the thought.
But since others already have been, I'll just point out that a blind spot on one's retina is a feature, not a bug. It's the point where the optic nerve exits the eyeball on it's way to the brain, and hence devoid of sensory cells. So oddly enough, without a blind spot, you would not be able to see at all.
@yaac. Old view from vested interests. Designer has it right way round, otherwise humans would have a lot of internal reflection issues. Secondly, given we only have enough video CPU capacity to process about 5% in HD ITIRC, with the rest in (ahem) VGA quality, the design is quite efficient, stable and economical.
There is a blind spot in the human eye - optic nerve passes through the optic disc