It's a man's game

You taking the piss here?

One of the lingering mysteries of life is why women wearing so much slap are considered attractive by men. Oh, that's right. Men don't look at the *face*! They should have had the map upside-down, to really use the stereotype...more nipples needed as well...

How many nipples are you thinking AG? I figure 2 each should be just about right? Oh, and that stearing wheel is on the wrong side. Visit me http://www.radiodenver.org/(link is external)

Wrong side for what?

More -overt- nipples, I mean, instead of nipples hidden under bandeau tops. I mean, if one is going to be gratuitously sexist, may as well go the whole hog. The husband once showed me a similar site for some beer or other, where you had an 'Ogle-ometer' with which to ogle your 'best mate's sister', who was sitting i na low-cut top on the couch next to a goofy looking man. You won points for the length of time the goofy man spent ogling her cleavage before she discovered him. I have to admit, it was hilarious to play. Even more hilarious that I was better at ogling her than my husband. Clearly he is out of practice...

Whatever could be the cause of that?

Missi, why ogle hamburger at the market when you've got prime rib waiting for you at home, eh? Duh.

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I was thinking more along the lines that maybe years of 'ogling' the crime rib at home had blunted his appetite for meat of any kind, any where, any time. Duh

I'm strictly vadgetarian.

My sister's always worked in conservation, fretting about Otter numbers and the like. She's a great vegetarian cook and grows all her own vegetables. But then these badgers started digging them all up. She's tried fencing and wire, but nothing works. She's getting quite manic about it. Soon she'll be bursting out of her shed with an M16 – Say hello to my little friend…

So yes - I think vegetarians are allowed to eat badgers.

Do badgers eat vegetarians, I wonder?

They do - and I can prove it. My mate and I hit a badger on a little country lane in Devon many years ago. The badger was a bloody great male - but he was out cold. So we picked him up and decided to drive him to another mate's house - who happened to be a trainee vet. Unfortunately after about half a mile the badger recovered and came leaping over the seats, fangs bared, at us. We leapt out of the doors of the moving car and hurled ourselves into the hedge on either side of the road. The badger leapt out of the driver's side and bit my mate, quite severly. The car crashed gently into a bank about 100 yards further down the road. My mate was by now yelling and screaming, so I went and got the car, put him in it and took him to A and E. How did the accident happen? That was an interesting question to answer and the doctor was killing himself laughing. My mate was a vegeterian. He isn't now. He's a planning inspector.