yoursourwolfisshowing replied to your post: Bought The Boy a slice of cheese…
Does she understand that it was a pizza and not a hotdog?! Yuck!
I would assume so, because she then proceeded to sit down, roll it up, and EAT IT. I was, no joke, completely nauseated. *shudder*
— The Wife
yoursourwolfisshowing replied to your photo: Setting up a generator about 10…
AW YEAH GAFF TAPE THAT CABLE DOWN CREW
Oh, fine, I see how you are. I see now.
I give you Cap ass (from a distance, but still). Cap on a motorcycle (fuzzy, but still). A freaking preview of the freaking SCRIPT (and not even spoilers! I was so careful!). And you’re going to pick on the fact that I was happy enough after HOURS of waiting that SOMETHING was happening.
Well. Pffffft young lady. That’s what I have to say to you. Pffffft.
— The Wife
I’m not picking! Well, okay. Maybe a little. I literally saw them kneeling and read your comment and thought, “Is that… THAT’S GAFF TAPE.”
I’m glad you were able to go! Super jealous! I’m sure Chris Evans looked amazing on his motorcycle.
Yeah, yeah, too little, too late. :-P
Seriously, though, it was pretty cool. I was sooooo ready to leave by the end, but it WAS fun. When he came out of the building and the crowd cheered he looked all bashful and raised his hands up. It was cute.
And The Girl was happy about it. That alone made it completely worth it.
— The Wife
Source: badromancenovelquotes
since gay people call themselves flaming homosexuals can pansexual people call themselves frying pansexuals because not only is it like flaming homosexuals but we also have the benefit of a play on words
A label I will happily accept.
— The Wife
Source: g0ne-blotto
![thefrogman:
When a man and a woman are in love and get married, they decide to show their love by participating in the most heinous of acts. Sexual intercourse. They turn off all the lights and the man inserts his rod of evil into the woman’s hole of Satan. They must use the missionary position, as it is improper for the male to face the Lord when humping about and making sex faces.
The male thrusts back and forth for nearly a minute until his penis ejaculates seminal fluid into the vaginal cavity. This unleashes several hundred million little spermies all hellbent on finding an egg and making your life a whole lot more expensive. These guys are excellent swimmers too. Once a sperm is in motion it is then officially a spermatozoon. That’s a fun word. Spermatozoooooooon. Spermatozoooooooooooooon.
Anyway.
The millions of spermatozoa (plural of spermatozoooooon) swim their way up the fallopian tubes. They target an egg and ram their spermy little heads into it. Most of them die from head trauma, but sometimes a lucky little tadpole breaks through and takes up residence inside the ovum…creating an embryo.
Depending on your religious beliefs, this is when life begins or it is just a couple of cells that could develop into a wittle baby. If you are a penguin, you really don’t care either way because your brain is unable to comprehend complex concepts.
Once these two parts have bonded, the embryo does its best to attach to the uterine wall so it can begin dividing and conquering the mama’s belly. You must of course feed this little embryo all sorts of strange things. Like pickles and ice cream. Or peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.
Over the next 9 months those two cells divide into billions of cells creating a fetus.
If you take a picture of this fetus inside the tummy, it will look like an alien creature.
This is normal. You do not have an alien baby.
Then the day comes. The amniotic sac ruptures and the fluid is evacuated out of the vagina. Now…they call this “breaking water,” and even though that fluid is mostly water, there are also proteins, carbohydrates, and even a little pee in it. So if she broke water on your couch, I would give that a decent scrubbing after. Or at least turn the cushion over.
Junior is now ready to squeeze his cantaloupe head through the mother’s golf ball vagina. It’s important that the female breathe like an idiot to distract her from this fact. Typically like, “Hee hee hooooo. Hee hee hooooo.” Once she figures out that doesn’t do shit, she will demand drugs. Give them to her.
Her cervix will dilate. This only happens in centimeters, as doctors are too good for inches. Once it gets to the size of a lemon, they encourage the woman to start pushing. If you offer the woman your hand at this point, she will break every bone in it. I suggest putting your arms behind your back and having an encouraging expression on your face. The female may poop a little, try not to notice that.
Soon the baby’s head will emerge and the doctors may use salad tongs to help pull it out. It will be slimy. It will have goo on it. It will be making strange noises. It will be bright pink and otherworldly.
This is normal. You still do not have an alien baby.
The doctor then gives the baby its first dose of corporal punishment and smacks it firmly to induce breathing. The baby will start crying. Get used to that.
If you were to try and trace this process back to the point of origin, I would say that it all starts with the rod of evil. Which is the delivery mechanism for the spermatozooooons. Which are manufactured and stored in the balls.
So, in conclusion, babies come from men’s balls of sacky malevolence.
[Originally created for Slacktory]
Having birthed 2 children, I can attest to the great accuracy of these statements.
— The Wife](http://24.media.tumblr.com/7342de6636ebbedf877ade17dc5bcaad/tumblr_mmqwtml0lf1qzrlhgo1_500.jpg)
When a man and a woman are in love and get married, they decide to show their love by participating in the most heinous of acts. Sexual intercourse. They turn off all the lights and the man inserts his rod of evil into the woman’s hole of Satan. They must use the missionary position, as it is improper for the male to face the Lord when humping about and making sex faces.
The male thrusts back and forth for nearly a minute until his penis ejaculates seminal fluid into the vaginal cavity. This unleashes several hundred million little spermies all hellbent on finding an egg and making your life a whole lot more expensive. These guys are excellent swimmers too. Once a sperm is in motion it is then officially a spermatozoon. That’s a fun word. Spermatozoooooooon. Spermatozoooooooooooooon.
Anyway.
The millions of spermatozoa (plural of spermatozoooooon) swim their way up the fallopian tubes. They target an egg and ram their spermy little heads into it. Most of them die from head trauma, but sometimes a lucky little tadpole breaks through and takes up residence inside the ovum…creating an embryo.
Depending on your religious beliefs, this is when life begins or it is just a couple of cells that could develop into a wittle baby. If you are a penguin, you really don’t care either way because your brain is unable to comprehend complex concepts.
Once these two parts have bonded, the embryo does its best to attach to the uterine wall so it can begin dividing and conquering the mama’s belly. You must of course feed this little embryo all sorts of strange things. Like pickles and ice cream. Or peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.
Over the next 9 months those two cells divide into billions of cells creating a fetus.
If you take a picture of this fetus inside the tummy, it will look like an alien creature.
This is normal. You do not have an alien baby.
Then the day comes. The amniotic sac ruptures and the fluid is evacuated out of the vagina. Now…they call this “breaking water,” and even though that fluid is mostly water, there are also proteins, carbohydrates, and even a little pee in it. So if she broke water on your couch, I would give that a decent scrubbing after. Or at least turn the cushion over.
Junior is now ready to squeeze his cantaloupe head through the mother’s golf ball vagina. It’s important that the female breathe like an idiot to distract her from this fact. Typically like, “Hee hee hooooo. Hee hee hooooo.” Once she figures out that doesn’t do shit, she will demand drugs. Give them to her.
Her cervix will dilate. This only happens in centimeters, as doctors are too good for inches. Once it gets to the size of a lemon, they encourage the woman to start pushing. If you offer the woman your hand at this point, she will break every bone in it. I suggest putting your arms behind your back and having an encouraging expression on your face. The female may poop a little, try not to notice that.
Soon the baby’s head will emerge and the doctors may use salad tongs to help pull it out. It will be slimy. It will have goo on it. It will be making strange noises. It will be bright pink and otherworldly.
This is normal. You still do not have an alien baby.
The doctor then gives the baby its first dose of corporal punishment and smacks it firmly to induce breathing. The baby will start crying. Get used to that.
If you were to try and trace this process back to the point of origin, I would say that it all starts with the rod of evil. Which is the delivery mechanism for the spermatozooooons. Which are manufactured and stored in the balls.
So, in conclusion, babies come from men’s balls of sacky malevolence.
[Originally created for Slacktory]
Having birthed 2 children, I can attest to the great accuracy of these statements.
— The Wife
Luckily his rod was grounded properly
“When she came, it was thunder—lightning in her head, arcing down her spine. “
Tiger Eye: The First Dirk & Steele Novel — Marjorie M. Liu
Source: romance.unclewaltersrants.com
Dr. Emmett Brown’s Flux Capacitor flavored Lip Gloss: What to wear on a date with your mom.
“Her lips tasted of tomorrow.”
Moonbow in the Mist — Dia Hunter
Blast from the past: OP on Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Source: romance.unclewaltersrants.com
yoursourwolfisshowing replied to your photo: Setting up a generator about 10…
AW YEAH GAFF TAPE THAT CABLE DOWN CREW
Oh, fine, I see how you are. I see now.
I give you Cap ass (from a distance, but still). Cap on a motorcycle (fuzzy, but still). A freaking preview of the freaking SCRIPT (and not even spoilers! I was so careful!). And you’re going to pick on the fact that I was happy enough after HOURS of waiting that SOMETHING was happening.
Well. Pffffft young lady. That’s what I have to say to you. Pffffft.
— The Wife
Bought The Boy a slice of cheese pizza at the Costco food court. Some woman got a slice of supreme then proceeded to add onions, ketchup, relish, and mustard to the top of it. I’m sure the look on my face probably reflected the horror roiling my stomach.
— The Wife
CHRIS EVANS!
The Girl even got one of him on his motorcycle!
So hard to get good pics. I’m sure other people did, but despite being right up front, she’s not really tall enough to get good angles. So of the dozens and dozens of pictures she took before her battery conked out, these are probably the best. And they’re good. :)
Hope you all enjoyed our adventure into Cap-land!
— The Wife
ETA: I’m guessing NOT since we’ve seriously lost, like, 15 followers since I started posting about this. OH WELL STILL WORTH IT.
It was just after “ghost” and just before “goofy goober”
“I have never seen one before, but the word ‘goblin’ popped into my mind as if I had a supernatural dictionary printed on the inside of my eyeballs.”
Club Dead — Charlaine Harris
Source: romance.unclewaltersrants.com
While her spine playing power wasn’t impressive, Wind Woman did make a good addition to the Super Friends Orchestra
“When his tongue probed the moist cavern within, raking over the roof of her mouth, an icy chill spread through her, working its way along her spine as though Wind Woman were playing a tune and using her backbone for a musical instrument.”
Beloved Viking — Betty Brooks
Blast from the past: OP on Monday, February 28, 2011
Source: romance.unclewaltersrants.com
Someone found a copy of the script at the Smithsonian. No real spoilers and parts are crossed out, but someone DID say they saw this particular scene being filmed yesterday.
— The Wife
I KNEW SOMETHING LIKE THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN. I JUST WISH SOMEBODY WOULD SNEAK INTO ONE OF TRAILERS AND STEAL A COPY OF THE WHOLE SCRIPT.
MAN, IF ONLY I WAS THERE…
Honestly, you probably don’t want that. I tried VERY hard not to get actual spoilers (these scenes honestly don’t show any actual plot line or real character interaction, which is why — out of the many pages — I chose them). But while I was flipping through the pages to find this, I did catch an unintentional spoiler. It’s not going to ruin the movie for me, but it’s something I would rather not have known.
— The Wife
Source: badromancenovelquotes
Photos from The Girl’s phone will have to wait
I don’t know her password and she’s asleep.
Also, it was tough to get pictures with anything but a REAL camera, because the scene they were filming was one where he was riding on his motorcycle, and was only “in the shot” so to speak for about a minute. He drove up, parked the bike, then went into a building. Then they had to fix the lights that they set up and all, so it was time consuming.
I was EXHAUSTED and The Boy was ready to go hours before, but we were happy we got to see him (he totally played up to the crowd, too, it was sweet). But as we were moving to another area, there was a really terrible car accident that happened not 100 feet from us, and the three of us literally saw it as it happened. The Girl was really upset by it. We were in a pretty bad accident a couple of years ago, with both kids in the car, and it kicked in her fight-or-flight reflex. She was having a hard time not crying and was very upset by what happened and because she couldn’t control her emotions. So we wound up leaving.
Of course, when we got back, the parking garage was closed, so we took a cab back, and I’ll have to figure out how to go get my car tomorrow. lol Oh well. I think she still had fun, and I DID have fun, too. Even The Boy was pretty excited, though that may be because he got a new Minecraft shirt.
So, anyway, will post more pictures and our blog posts tomorrow. I’m just so exhausted
And yes, I totally, TOTALLY, ogled him. WORTH IT.
— The Wife
These are all the pics I could get before my battery crapped out completely. The Girl took more, though, so I’ll get to posting those, too.
— The Wife