scoobdog

C'mon, man. We don't get decent thought exercises that much around here.

Is it?

I have no idea how that would work. This is only ancillary to discussion, but it's worth knowing how sex workers in legal brothels have been dealing with this. The thing about sex work is that it isn't just sex - it's companionship and that is something that is essential in its own right. It highlights the fact that what is deemed essential and what is not deemed essential is not based on what people actually need as much as what is needed to support the infrastructure. Otherwise, my line of work wouldn't be essential in California (as it is not in other places). Solely on the metric that sex workers can claim to be essential and that their line of work entails a level of close contact that would mandate protections that exceed what any worker besides one in the medical profession might entail, then they would certainly need hazard pay .

And by mourning, you meant a half-hearted shrug? Seriously, though, I stopped seeing him and promptly stopped thinking about him until that thread the other day and I had to think if I had heard anything about him in the meantime.

But seriously, though.... Best Tom:

I know.

@Doom Metal Alchemist What the fuck you all doing up there? ( I'm kidding man: I wouldn't ask you to explain what goes on in Bakersfield.)

The juxtaposition of Trump's facial expression against... Fuggs' facial expression.

Just another reason why yogurt should be avoided at all costs.

It's from an interview on KROQ from way back when the song first came out. Something about him walking into a roommate's room after the roommate had sex and him describing the smell as "sex and candy". It always seemed to be such a lazy description.

Honestly, what ruined it for me was (I think) John's explanation of where that song came from.

Hey Poof.... I brought my trumpet... can I play?

Happy Birthday, dude!

It's how you know they enjoy banning you.

Sawdy didn’t get a picto-warning, though.

Obviously you don't, Goody Goody Two Shoes

I want kittens and puppies.

It's a joke, bro.

But not by 20 years, so we're clear.

Charlie's problem drugs didn't include MJ.

Lol. He's in his mid '50s.

Then you can't be that much older than me. Or, did you mean older than Tsar?

Everything about that idea is shit, and I have all the confidence you could turn it into the greatest comedy of all time.