No. Those are wild creatures and I'm pretty sure they don't me messing with their bananas or monkey-women.
TNP is giving church a second chance this morning, but is pretty sure there isn't going to be any buck dance. (Ray Charles, "Mess Around," that's a one people probably know that's a good example of a buck dance rhythm — not the straight boogie-woogie, but the way the rhythm hits around that. Lee Dorsey, "People Sure Act Funny" is same idea).
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No. Sorry, but I've heard enough sappy "Candle In The Wind," especially when that tart got blowed up in a car wreck to last me a lifetime. ETA but
makes up for everything. Only don't argue with me about what the right chords are -- it's fucking clear as day.
TNP thought (wrongly) that Taupin and Sir John were "long-time companions." Wink, wink. Far from it, apparently.
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Neutral. I wasn't that big a fan in the first place, and in the second place, from what I hear, he just sort of felt up, perhaps aggressively, some people at adult drunk-fest parties. Sleazy? Sure, but seems like small potatoes to me compared to more serious predatory minor assaults. For example, there used to be a mayor of a small US city named Sam Adams, who happened to be a gay, and I was outraged by his Bob Packwood-like behavior to, I believe, a young male intern on his staff, so to speak. Far more outraged than many of my fellow citizens.
TNP is probably going to shit if he hears one more goddamned word about "men's rights" or "incels" or any of that shit. Nut up, people -- women are smaller, weaker (generally), and sociologically have some disadvantages in certain areas, and they don't have any reason to take risks on some unknown, and in fact plenty of good reasons to just move the hell out of the way when some undesirable starts getting randy.
Sounds right. What one those incel freaks ran down a whole bunch of people on a sidewalk where my kid and I have walked hundreds of times. Nut up indeed scum.
Certainly nothing about abnormal, deviant psychology. They're more like savage imbeciles than any part of a culture I understand. About most other things, no I understand not very much about that either.
TNP knows some stuff, but more importantly, knows just how much he or she doesn't know. And is happy about that.
Sure, sometimes. If I didn't personally set the clock, or know what priority the network time server has, however, it's wrong, unbelievable, and should be destroyed or disabled.
TNP cannot think of a single woman IRL — even a hypothetical one — who would submit to a series of tests about her various aromas.
Real women, no. Hypothetical ones, well, sure! There are hypothetical women who will do anything, I mean anything, I ask them to. Some of which are even legal.
Not really. More like mutual conspiracy, for low-grade "crimes" like smoking the pot, urban exploration (i.e., trespassing, at a minimum), disobeying regulations against public nudity, or exceeding the speed limit on a freeway. Anything else was completely a frolic of my own.
TNP can name an excellent illegal activity he or she would like to ask a woman to indulge in.
Sure. Do some dishes, maybe some laundry, organize some papers. If I hear some bullshit (meaning: any shrieking or evidence of uncontrolled domestic animals) from some millennial stains, I'll likely play Sousa marches on the stereo at full volume, while smoking Virginia tobacco from a pipe.
TNP thinks it's a dereliction of duty to one's animal to be regularly shouting one's pet's name at full volume, while allowing it to run wild getting into barking fests with anything and everything. It's not only a savage, incompetent way to treat an animal, it ensures a defective animal which in some cases will have to be destroyed.
Wouldn't surprise me. They're always doing some tree or shrubbery shit, but on the Fourth, I'd guess not. Another reason to suppose not is that the new HOA property manager seems to be a real shithead bitch who's maybe going to ram a million+ dollar assessment through, probably because she or her predecessor mismanaged or misspent the reserves on stupid shit. She's also expensive, although she is only in the office three days a week.
TNP thinks English Ivy is a profound ecological and aesthetic problem in the US.
I've never had a vesper, but I can imagine what it would taste like. Since I don't like martinis (aka straight, chilled gin), vesper wins. Gimlets aren't bad though -- enough sweet lime juice to drown out the horrow.
TNP can explain the appeal of gin: after all, the cops can smell it on you a mile away. Not a good drivin' drink.
Sure: Plenty of booziness, nice when it's hot, but still a full mouth feel, unlike vodka. And since I stay off the booze when I'm drivin' my car, gin and whiskey suit me fine.
TNP thinks that New Orleans should work with Disney on getting permission for its new motto: "Disneyland for drunks".
Yeah. Only one (that I know of) but I found it to be uncomfortably hot, and an unpleasant, disorienting experience. I recommend leaving such a building in an orderly fashion.
TNP is somewhat unhappy about using so many curse words IRL, but is not going to change that.
Absofuckinggoddamnedshitrightmotherfucker. They didn't have a goddamned proper fucking receptacle for fucking Donny, that twisted fucking mortuary fucking prick asshole in a goddamned shitty suit fuck you.
TNP thinks there's probably some merit to separating men and women during their "unclean" seasons. With exceptions made for the savage elect.