rhhardin is right. The casual dismissial of the potential harm is not based in science, but an unconvincing hand-waving argument. Joint damage seems perfectly feasible no matter what anecdotes or post hoc analysis are offered.
So I am having anal sex with Jessica Alba -- she is on her knees and elbows and I am where I need to be to make it work -- and she starts cracking her knuckles. She is moaning, too, but now: knuckle cracking.
"What are you doing?"
"I am cracking my knuckles," she replies, her voice a bit husky. Oh yeah: she is naked. Naked, anal sex, knuckle-cracking Jessica Alba.
"I can see that," I say gently.
"It's just a thing. When I have anal sex I crack my knuckles."
"It's just... interesting."
"Do you want me to stop?"
I pause for a minute: it IS disconcerting, but I am having anal sex with Jessica Alba so i figure it best not to rock the boat.
"No, it is fine. Whatever makes you feel good." I am sensitive that way.
And so we continued to have anal sex. Nothing really interesting to the story, just: Jessica Alba likes to crack her knuckles when having anal sex. She curls her toes, too, but that is pretty much expected.
Afterwards we had ice cream and she clipped her toenails on the bed.
So I am having anal sex with Laslo -- he is where he needs to be to make it work -- and I hear this "whoosh" sound. He is heh heh hehing, too, but now: whooshing.
"What are you doing?"
"I am commenting on some lady's blog," he replies, his voice a little... well, scary. Oh yeah: he is in his turtle costume. Turtle costume, anal sex, blog-commenting Laslo Spatula.
Afterwards we had ice cream and he sneezed. He began to use the pillow as a kleenex.
From "The Bank Dick", a 1941 W.C. Fields classic, where he is introduced to his daughter's boyfriend, one Ogg Oggilby (played by a Fields favorite, Grady Sutton):
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At last, i'll be able to sleep at night.
The geek in me however does think this is cool.....
Next they will put a pet duck inside the MRI to find out what makes it quack!
I learned that on Cheers years ago.
It will still drive my wife nuts.
Cavitation is a major destroyer of ship propellors. Bubble collapse takes no prisoners.
They're bubbles with nothing in them but a little water vapor.
Well then, we have a consensus and the science is settled.
Can we start arresting the deniers?
Next up, the chicken wing fart noise.
How does it work?
Can girls be taught?
If not, can it be prevented with medication?
I don't recall if I learned that on Cheers along with Largo, but I have known it for decades. Why are they saying this is new?
Nevermind, I read a little further--they're not saying this is new. Which raises the question of why they're saying it now...
rhhardin is right. The casual dismissial of the potential harm is not based in science, but an unconvincing hand-waving argument. Joint damage seems perfectly feasible no matter what anecdotes or post hoc analysis are offered.
So I am having anal sex with Jessica Alba -- she is on her knees and elbows and I am where I need to be to make it work -- and she starts cracking her knuckles. She is moaning, too, but now: knuckle cracking.
"What are you doing?"
"I am cracking my knuckles," she replies, her voice a bit husky. Oh yeah: she is naked. Naked, anal sex, knuckle-cracking Jessica Alba.
"I can see that," I say gently.
"It's just a thing. When I have anal sex I crack my knuckles."
"It's just... interesting."
"Do you want me to stop?"
I pause for a minute: it IS disconcerting, but I am having anal sex with Jessica Alba so i figure it best not to rock the boat.
"No, it is fine. Whatever makes you feel good." I am sensitive that way.
And so we continued to have anal sex. Nothing really interesting to the story, just: Jessica Alba likes to crack her knuckles when having anal sex. She curls her toes, too, but that is pretty much expected.
Afterwards we had ice cream and she clipped her toenails on the bed.
I let that go, too.
I am Laslo.
email from Jessica Alba:
So I am having anal sex with Laslo -- he is where he needs to be to make it work -- and I hear this "whoosh" sound. He is heh heh hehing, too, but now: whooshing.
"What are you doing?"
"I am commenting on some lady's blog," he replies, his voice a little... well, scary. Oh yeah: he is in his turtle costume. Turtle costume, anal sex, blog-commenting Laslo Spatula.
Afterwards we had ice cream and he sneezed. He began to use the pillow as a kleenex.
I said — don't do that.
I am Jessica.
From "The Bank Dick", a 1941 W.C. Fields classic, where he is introduced to his daughter's boyfriend, one Ogg Oggilby (played by a Fields favorite, Grady Sutton):
"Ogg Oggilby? Sounds like a bubble in a bathtub."
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