Up Front: Boobs!
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Boobquake came up in my weekly conference call which involves quite a few Mormons. I was not the culprit, but did raise suspicions by clearly being the most informed about it. It was unanimously agreed to be a good experiment, but in need of repetition.
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Wait, you live next door to your mother and that's unfortunate for *me*?
If my mother wasn't made of virtually unlimited win, you might have a point.
(Note: people make that joke a lot. There are obviously far too many irritating parents out there...)
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Word to the mother(s). Just sayin'.
(Note: Mine rocks.)
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_ _Word_ _ to the mother(s)....(Note: Mine rocks.)
So does mine. And my hairstyle has been a curly mullet since 1983. And I couldnt contribute to Boob-Quake because - well, because my idea of flaunting it all is to polish my SWAT boots (or Tevas, depending on the season...)
But I have truly enjoyed the thread to date - hooray for the sane! Emma, Megan, Jolisa, Danielle & almost everyone else who has posted- kia ora tatou
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Word to the mother(s). Just sayin'. (Note: Mine rocks.)
Dude. Mine too. I feel an intense need to call her right now, actually. But, it's 4am, and she would NOT be impressed.
Having said that, she was responsible for the mullet, so she is not entirely made of win.
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ETA: of course, in either scenario we're both losers. It's mutually assured destruction. Heh.
But highly entertaining destruction for the rest of us. Make with the pics, McGraw.
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Word to the mother(s). Just sayin'. (Note: Mine rocks.)
Mine so rocks too. I knew she did, but have recently found out just how much since having to sort of instantly take on the type of role with 12y.o.
I had no idea she had so subtly implanted such good habits and knowledge in me. Sneaky mum!
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I can't get by without my Mum!
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Isabel H - I am an independent live-alone-by-choice person for my past 43 years, and so are all my sibs (give a decade - because all my remaining sibs are younger than me.) - in the sense none of us live with our mother.
But - while I couldnt get by without my Mum - the others would hurt badly, and continue.I have a deep reverence for all good Mums here, out there, and all good Dads.
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Kind of sweet that this thread began with the rallying cry "Boobs!" and has wound its way round to a collective sigh of "Mummy"...
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Yeah. What's going on?
"Only love can conquer hate..." -
Applying a hint of scientific rigor to Boobquake
None of the analyses of the event thus far have met the rigorous statistical standards we require here at Ars, so we'll take a look at the shortcomings and draw up some numbers of our own. (arstechnica.com)
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Oh man... Jen got an article in the Guardian, leading to what is now my favourite critical comment:
I sense this is but another PR/Propaganda stunt in the run-up to the inevitable US war with Iran.
My mother, also, has been enormously supportive of my support for Boobquake, but I expected that given her contributions to my wardrobe.
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That pic on the Ars Technica site just looks like a hot tattoo to me. :)
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Then there's cause and effect. Maybe it's earthquakes that make women's clothes fall off, a bit like this...
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RT @jolisa Kind of sweet that this thread began with the rallying cry "Boobs!" and has wound its way round to a collective sigh of "Mummy"... #cute
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My mother is a one off. She's neither sweet nor lovely, nor made of any sort of win. She's abrasive, critical, rude, sarcastic, and utterly unconscionable. And I love her to death. She's a great writer, a loving granny, and an ace crossword solver. She wouldn't know "I love you" if it hit her in the face, but she adored my Dad so much that it's been to her detriment in the almost 5 years since he died. After 45 years of marriage, the only person on this planet who made her feel safe and loved was gone, and she didn't cope at all well. She's okay now, and our relationship is closer than it ever was before Dad died. I wouldn't have her any other way. Though Danielle's mum would be welcome to adopt me temporarily anytime, and I wouldn't mind a crack at being A Gracewood from time to time.
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My mother is a one off. She's neither sweet nor lovely, nor made of any sort of win.
She had you, which is a win in my book. :)
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Love you too, beautiful girl.
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And your description of your Mum pretty much sums up mine.
She's neither sweet nor lovely, nor made of any sort of win. She's abrasive, critical, rude, sarcastic, and utterly unconscionable.
Yep, that's mine too. :)
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That's what I was thinking, Sof. I have a couple of friend with mums a bit like mine....
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We don't get to choose. My Mother is half Irish. That's my excuse and I stick with that. It helps often. :)
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I have been confused by this for a while...
my idea of flaunting it all is to polish my SWAT boots
Until I reread that part of the thread and noticed it said BOOTS I had been having disturbing visions.
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O holy snapping arseholes Martha!*
Those letters are nextdoor to one another but but but-
*phrase infamously coined by a good friend who is wellknown hereabouts: like Sacha's rofflenui, I have borrowed it - but my attributions are immaculate.)
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A good friend of mine was once part of an interviewing panel for a job. When one applicant left, they discussed their impressions, then moved onto the next applicant. "I didn't like him", his manager said, "he kept staring at my boots." "Well, that's not that big a deal, is it?" he replied. "You don't think that's a problem?" "It's a little odd, but I thought he interviewed well otherwise." Odd look from manager.
Twenty minutes later, midway through the next candidate's interview, the penny dropped. He turned to his manager and blurted "Oh, you meant BOOBS!"
True story.
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