Comments on: So, what did I do on my actual birthday?

By: Gregory the First

Gregory the First — Fri, 16 May 2008 01:30:43 +0000

“The *IT* you’re referring to is a human being beairng XY chomosomes.”

So. Try using the pronoun ‘he’, pnb, if you don’t mind kindly.

And I didn’t start the whole poofter conversation Can’t pin this one on me this time around…

By: jwpaine

jwpaine — Thu, 15 May 2008 14:34:24 +0000

Every license I’ve had depicts me as looking incredibly arch (I’m 6′2″ and the DMV cameras everywhere appear to be permanently situated to photograph the faces of, um, Little People).

I’ve discovered, however, that there are worse ways to be depicted; I shaved off my mustache once for work (don’t ask) and the resulting license photo made me look like an assassin. My face is naturally cold & merciless; I now wear a mustache again, so as not to appear as though I always breakfast on kittens.

By: jwpaine

jwpaine — Thu, 15 May 2008 14:25:55 +0000

Muslihoon:

Thanks too much for the link to Emerald Bile. I am now officially in love with Noreen. My wife will be so happy.

Oh, and Sappy Mirfbay, Weaz!

By: Gnus

Gnus — Thu, 15 May 2008 13:47:16 +0000

Yield not to temptation,
for yielding is fun…

What!?

That’s NOT how it goes??

Ooops.

Well, it should be.

By: porknbean

porknbean — Thu, 15 May 2008 13:45:28 +0000

Mrs. Peel, it is funny that you mention pies and poofters in one place. Several times a year, a group of friends and fellow ‘collectors’ converge on a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. There is a small bakery/diner in the center of town, very well known for it’s pies and cakes, that teh gheys within our group love to hang out in because of it’s tea party ambiance. One in particular has since been able to duplicate the recipe of two of their cakes. His clone of their Hummingbird cake is to die for.

By: Gibby Haynes

Gibby Haynes — Thu, 15 May 2008 13:42:03 +0000

The words ‘poof’ and ‘poofter’ are more something of my grandfather’s generation. My generation is more partial to the euphemism ‘BBC employee’.
But it’s true – we still wake up each morning and lament the loss (through outbreeding) of our beautiful (possibly lazy-spermed) Red Squirrels, and shed a tear as we gaze upon those cocky American Grey Squirrels sat on our lawns arrogantly chewing their nuts before stopping, locking eyes with us and then shouting ‘Wadda you lookin’ at you Limey fuck?’ and then doing that little ‘chin flick’ gesture.
I tell you, it’s enough to make you ‘harrumph’ and ‘I say!’ and for your monacle fall into your tea.

By: porknbean

porknbean — Thu, 15 May 2008 13:24:18 +0000

It’s like a dream, say it’s name and it appears -like Beetlejuice. Who needs hallucinogens when you have the innertubes.

*frank n beans, frank n beans*

Oh but Gregory, how you tempt me so.

By: EW1(SG)

EW1(SG) — Thu, 15 May 2008 13:22:49 +0000

You know, sometimes a thread just wanders off where no insane person ought to lead or follow.

By: Steamboat McGoo

Steamboat McGoo — Thu, 15 May 2008 12:52:20 +0000

yeah – I always thought “pouf” or “poofter” was the same as Nebula Boy.

By: Mrs. Peel

Mrs. Peel — Thu, 15 May 2008 12:17:00 +0000

True story: my parents were entertaining a British friend of a friend one evening and showing her around town, and she asked to go somewhere to look at the poofters. I think she actually said poufs, but same thing.

I just realized that this story has no meaning unless you know Houston well enough to understand why, once my parents figured out what a “pouf” was, they immediately took the girl to House of Pies.

Let’s just say that that restaurant isn’t nicknamed “House of Guys” without reason.