Had a girlfriend many years ago who went as Jessica Rabbit for Halloween once (she had the hair and the body to pull it off). There was no way I was going to dress up as Roger Rabbit, so I managed to borrow an old limo, and went as her chauffer. Yeah, that was a good night. About 7 months later she went cluster B crazy, and I had to engineer a clean exit, which was much scarier than any Halloween.
Stuck it in crazy, didja?!
Briefly, yes I did. In my defense, that was in my mid 20’s and I yet hadn’t gained the knowledge I have now. I was smart enough to get rid of her by slowly killing off her attraction to me, so that she’d bail quietly on her own, instead of trying to make an immediate hard break, and end up with my tires slashed (or worse).
Took 2 months of behaving contrary to my nature (basically, being unmasculine) to wreck her desire for me, but she called me one day and more or less said she didn’t want to see me anymore (much to my relief). Shortly after that, she was seen getting her hooks into an unsuspecting sucker who she she ended up doing a real number on, the poor bastard.
I understood through the grapevine (at the time) that some of his bros tried to warn him, but he was just too caught up in landing himself a red haired sexpot. I can understand why, but still, he failed to let his big head do the thinking for him.
Lookin like that I would have as well Big Ruckus and we all let little think for big
“I’m not bad…. I’m just drawn that way.”
I remember her as an adult. Fondally.
No, I don’t remember her as a boy.
I think she was always a girl.
Dammit! Ya beat me to it!!!
Remember her as a boy? No, I remember her from when I was a younger man, and back then my assessment was she is a girl and Vive la Difference! Genuine redhead with subtle freckles begging to be counted. Nowadays one should probably take a careful look at biometric markers, perhaps a gene test, or simply this:
To determine sex, male or female, of postpubescent humans in reasonable health, have the subject stand with back and heels against wall. Have them touch their toes. The females can do it without toppling over. The males cannot. If the subject claims to be what they are not, have them stand again as before, offer a blindfold and cigarette, and after the brief final moment of composition order the squad to fire. Burn the carcase and scatter the ashes in a sewage treatment facility, as long as it is not in Washington District of Criminals.
Sentence structure strikes again. I didn’t understand at first because I was near 40 when it came out.
That movie came out in 1988. I can’t imagine anyone who frequents this blog was a boy then. Maybe im wrong though.
Only reason I watched that movie with my kids
Had a girlfriend many years ago who went as Jessica Rabbit for Halloween once (she had the hair and the body to pull it off). There was no way I was going to dress up as Roger Rabbit, so I managed to borrow an old limo, and went as her chauffer. Yeah, that was a good night. About 7 months later she went cluster B crazy, and I had to engineer a clean exit, which was much scarier than any Halloween.
Stuck it in crazy, didja?!
Briefly, yes I did. In my defense, that was in my mid 20’s and I yet hadn’t gained the knowledge I have now. I was smart enough to get rid of her by slowly killing off her attraction to me, so that she’d bail quietly on her own, instead of trying to make an immediate hard break, and end up with my tires slashed (or worse).
Took 2 months of behaving contrary to my nature (basically, being unmasculine) to wreck her desire for me, but she called me one day and more or less said she didn’t want to see me anymore (much to my relief). Shortly after that, she was seen getting her hooks into an unsuspecting sucker who she she ended up doing a real number on, the poor bastard.
I understood through the grapevine (at the time) that some of his bros tried to warn him, but he was just too caught up in landing himself a red haired sexpot. I can understand why, but still, he failed to let his big head do the thinking for him.
Lookin like that I would have as well Big Ruckus and we all let little think for big
“I’m not bad…. I’m just drawn that way.”
I remember her as an adult. Fondally.
No, I don’t remember her as a boy.
I think she was always a girl.
Dammit! Ya beat me to it!!!
Remember her as a boy? No, I remember her from when I was a younger man, and back then my assessment was she is a girl and Vive la Difference! Genuine redhead with subtle freckles begging to be counted. Nowadays one should probably take a careful look at biometric markers, perhaps a gene test, or simply this:
To determine sex, male or female, of postpubescent humans in reasonable health, have the subject stand with back and heels against wall. Have them touch their toes. The females can do it without toppling over. The males cannot. If the subject claims to be what they are not, have them stand again as before, offer a blindfold and cigarette, and after the brief final moment of composition order the squad to fire. Burn the carcase and scatter the ashes in a sewage treatment facility, as long as it is not in Washington District of Criminals.
Sentence structure strikes again. I didn’t understand at first because I was near 40 when it came out.
That movie came out in 1988. I can’t imagine anyone who frequents this blog was a boy then. Maybe im wrong though.