(African American, Group 1) You ever had the kind that while you were having sex it slipped out…and instead of going boom back in the coochie, they go straight for the ass, knowing that ain't the coochie?
In some of these cases, the man simply initiated anal intercourse: You ever had the kind that while you were having sex it slipped out…and instead of going boom back in the coochie, they go straight for the ass, knowing that ain't the coochie?
In her neighborhood in Rome, Finley has papered two Dumpsters and wheat-glued construction scaffolding with nearly blank posters modeled on office message pads, the kind that read "While you were out...," except hers use a common expletive for wasting time.
On Monday afternoon, members of the Mets' front office portrayed Ankiel as a center-field stopgap — albeit with kinder language than that — while the team tries to determine whether it has viable, young personnel at that position in the organization.
On mobile, users want sped-up soundbites, where information is distilled down into "need to know" bits — the kind that can be easily parsed while you have a few minutes of downtime.
We find often, here, portraits of pride not the kind that whistles while it works, but one that peers out coolly, from the shadow of a dapper, straight-brimmed hat, and asks us just who we might think we are.
Some pain is cocooned by Sarah Angliss's music – electronic dongs of the kind that madden while they are supposed to soothe – but Miriam Buether's design ensures that those in the front rows are implicated: audience members sit next to glossy tables with huge vases of stiff flowers.
The current findings - that impatience is so fundamental a trait that it shows up in the involuntary movement of our eyes - suggests a far kinder conclusion: that while patience can perhaps be practiced and learned, impulsiveness - and its consequences - are not wholly under our control.
This is the kind of show that, while short on new ideas, dusts off some old ones worth re-examining.
The painstakingly documentary nature of almost any Nichols and May scene that runs much longer than ten seconds tends to provoke a kind of laughter that, while voluminous, is distinctly uneasy.
These are the kind of stories that, while they add hugely to the enjoyment of reading The Histories, have resulted in a long tradition of dismissing Herodotus as gullible at best, and at worst a liar.
