I shouldn't talk some days ...

[blamebrampton]

Brammer's friend: But I think it's important that if you're a girl who just wants to get some, you put it out there. Because god knows there are some boys we know who just desperately need to get laid, and we can just get them together, and then everybody's happy.

Brammers: So she can just willingly fall on that pork sword?

(I slapped myself to save my friend the effort.)

Comments

[raitala.livejournal.com]

What an awful mind you have! :D

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I just opened my mouth, and that's what came out.

(Like that straight line right there.

I blame my parents.)

[annes-stuff.livejournal.com]

Bwa ha ha ha.

Your funny!

That is a good analogy.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I am ashamed, though I do think the friend in question made a good point.

[annes-stuff.livejournal.com]

All good in theory but what happens if the guy mistakes the girls need to get laid for genuine affection and hangs around like a love sick puppy?

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

It is very important to set out ground rules at the beginning of any evening. As a young woman, I liked to be upfront with lads and let them know that they would almost certainly be thrown out before breakfast, and possibly at any point earlier if they were boring or if one of my friends rang up with news of a good band playing locally.

It's amazing I ever managed to pull when you think about it, good thing I was hot.

[cinnatart.livejournal.com]

I'm amused. I think we'd get on well IRL. =P

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I think we'd just sit around giggling like idiots, which is essentially what you've said!

[cinnatart.livejournal.com]

And that'd be fine. No one would understand our far more superior intellect.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

We could mime our messages at them (while still giggling).

[adores-draco.livejournal.com]

Could I join you, please? I'm much smarter than I look! ;)

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Of course you could! Charades are better with more silly friends ;-)

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

♥

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Back at you ;-)

[leochi.livejournal.com]

Ahahahahahahahaha - you must be the funniest person on LJ. I LOVE those "Ooopsies" - I tend to do them a lot. Only a bit lower rated. ;D

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

If by funniest you mean most cheaply appalling, then possibly ;-)

[leochi.livejournal.com]

No, not cheaply appalling, just witty enough to shoot out the funniest analogies. (And a bit spoilt by LJ, you know. Too much smut around here. ;DD)

[shu-shu-sleeps.livejournal.com]

ah - dignity - whatever happened to it?

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I think I left it on a train. Perhaps in Italy.

[azurelunatic]

Hee!

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I worry myself :-)

[jamie2109.livejournal.com]

You know I'd never heard of pork sword before and tonight, twice. Good News Week were all over the pork swording tonight, too. So to speak. Thus, I am enlightened. ;)

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I think of this as a place for learning.

Sort of. A bit.

[mific.livejournal.com]

For no good reason other than brain rot it made me think of Jamie wielding a large sausage as a weapon in Diana Gabaldon's 'Drums of Autumn'. And then I was watching Polanski's 'Fearless Vampire Killers' while on my treadmill (don't ask) and the inkeeper's wife was doing likewise. Clearly pork is more of a weapon than I'd realised. And in the lists of love as well. Makes one wonder about Damocles...

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Oh I keep trying to read her books but have never made it into quite the right frame of mind. I will not ask about your choice of exercise video, because it scares me ;-)

[adores-draco.livejournal.com]

My extremely important carrot question from yesterday is still unanswered. Feel pity on me, please. I've got ear infection and I'm eating a second batch of antibiotics. *wails*

Sorry to hear about your lost-in-Italy dignity. I think mine was stolen when I was really drunk.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

OOH! Going there to answer now. I have the flu and the attention span of a gnat.

[rickey-a.livejournal.com]

you wicked woman

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

My brain betrays me!

[ladyjaneva.livejournal.com]

umm...language barrier I guess, but I don't get it...
Is it possible to explain? Because I'm all curious now :-)

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

To fall willingly on one's sword is to sacrifice oneself nobly.

A pork sword is a euphemism for a penis.

No sane mind would bring the two together. Alas, mine is a bad mind and has been given a stern talking to.

[joanwilder.livejournal.com]

I've believed myself to be spew-resistant, but seeing this, hélas, there might've been a slight coffee leakage....

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I an very sorry about the mess. Though sorrier about the one inside my own head ...

[drgaellon]

"That's what SHE said!"

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Ba-doom-tish!

[arobynsung]

LMAO!

Oddly enough (or maybe not so much), I can see that in some purple prosed up smut.

"She fell on his pork sword..."

I'm demented, aren't I?

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Yes, but in a manner perfectly suited to this flist ;-)

[jadzialove.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Hem-hem

*giggles* You know, if I wasn't aware of your long relationship with J, a big grumpy man, I'd absolutely wonder about that analogy, knowing as I do of your aversion to ham....

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

This would be the appropriate point to make some witty comment about vegan 'bacon' wouldn't it? Alas, I'm dry ...

[glass-violet.livejournal.com]

Hope you haven't died of 'flu, dahling. I have been good, stitching and stitching and stitching til my fingers bleed and my eyeballs ache! My reward has been spending several minutes watching the trailers for HP HBP online, while making over-excited *squee* noises.
XXX

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I am feeling manky again, though! Think I will take myself to the doctor this week and just see if there is some underlying annoyance lurking.

Your weekend sounds brilliant! We spent ours celebrating J's age, which is now so prodigious that I can no longer call him a toyboy ;-(