Re: *** in public is a fine thing which doesn't bother anyone

On Fri, 02 May 2008 20:04:38 +0000, Jeff Strickland wrote:

> 
> "Curly Surmudgeon" <CurlySurmudgeon_at_@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
> news:481a35a8$0$29573$a82e2bb9@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>> On Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:31:33 -0700, gooddad wrote:
>>
>>> People who are against *** are ugly fat people who can't get laid, or
>>> are people who have never been ****ed good.
>>
>> Are you really this stupid?  Let me relate a story:
>>
>> From our earliest years one favorite pastime was to visit San Francisco
>> for fresh Dungeness Crab.  We'd pack a backpack with cutting board,
>> newspaper(tablecloth), bottle of wine, stick of real butter, and a
>> Martinelli's Sparkling Cider for our daughter.  Most times we'd
>> patronize Cresci Bros on the Wharf (now the "Crab Depot").  My daughter
>> and I would spend an inordinate amount of time selecting the freshest
>> live crab then wait the 22 minutes while it cooked.  During that time
>> we'd stroll across the street and buy a loaf of hot Boudin's Sourdough
>> Bread.
>>
>> When the weather was nice we'd eat on the pier behind or Aquatic Park
>> but this is a Northern California coastal town and in the winter it can
>> be quite brisk.  For those times we'd eat inside the Cannery or
>> Exploratorium.
>>
>> One day, in the Cannery, Harry <something>, an aspiring magician later
>> to get his own tv show, was performing.  We sat in the back at an
>> outdoor dining table and this time had bought a bottle in town as I'd
>> not had a white wine acceptable for crab.  To that end we'd also
brought
>> a small styrofoam cooler with ice to quickly chill the wine a bit.  The
>> 2.5 hour trip turned the ice into slush, all the better for our
>> purposes.
>>
>> We dug into a late lunch, famished, while keeping an eye on the stage
>> and act.  Harry was hilarious.  Harry first noticed this weirdo two
>> tables away dry-humping the bench oblivious to the world. (or perhaps
>> got his jollies this way)  No matter what Harry said the guy wouldn't
>> cease ****ing a wooden bench like it was Sophia Loren.
>>
>> My daughter was about 8 years old and intensely curious about what was
>> going on and "what is that guy doing, daddy?"  After gentle prodding
>> from the stage and hoots from the audience I walked over and emptied
the
>> ice chest on the asshole.  Instead of reacting he stood up and calmly
>> walked away as if nothing had happened.
>>
>> ****ing in public offends people.  Part of the responsibility for
living
>> in a civilization is to consider the mores of others and not
>> intentionally goading people.  You may think it's ok to have *** in
>> public, I don't.
>>
>> Depending on the cir***stances you should expect either, a foot in the
>> ass, arrest and incarceration, objective opinions on your ***** size,
>> quality, style, speed, and lovemaking, insults, violence.  Any or all
of
>> the aforementioned in fact.
>>
>> ****ing in the forest for the squirrels and birds is one thing, in the
>> public square is another.  It's a pretty simple concept, what's wrong
>> your head?
>>
>>> *** in public should be legal.  It's the oldest act known to mankind,
>>> and your unalienable right.
>>
>> As someone else said, "Tell that to the judge."
> 
> 
> Far be it for me to knitpick your story, but what makes one live crab
more
> fresh than the others, and when you emptied the ice chest on the
asshole,
> was that literally the asshole, or just figuratively speaking?

Yes, both.

-- Regards, Curly
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