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...like a Thundercats pillowcase. D.A.: Dude, I’d say Mighty Mouse would be pretty dope. Yeah. 6. FM: Which African Safari animal most embodies Chester French?Max: The elephant. Hands down. No more stupid questions, dude. Just figure it out yourself. The elephant. Dumb fuck. D.A.: The Cheetah too Max: D.A. don’t be ignorant D.A.: Whatever Max: I saw an elephant once in D.C., it was pretty disgusting. D.A.: Elephants have huge wangs. They’re really inspiring. Max: Yeah. 7. FM: So you mention in the package description that you will play...
...subversive sexuality of the woman past her prime. Bedding a woman in her 40s who knows what she wants and has a career to boot is the ultimate validation of a man’s stud-status. Like her counterpart, the MILF (Mother I’d Like to Fuck), the cougar’s brawn does not derive from an intrinsic feminine power: It hinges entirely on her desirability to men and the attractiveness of her mate...
...Humphreville draws a “larger distinction between different approaches to punk: people who want it to be positive and create and people who just want to fuck shit up.” For her, the tendency of some at Harvard to stereotype all punk rockers as violent anarchists is problematic, and it can make setting up shows difficult. “I think the administration too easily puts an emphasis on more traditional forms of expression sometimes at the expense of more alternative shows that can be a really positive thing,” she says...
...that spirit of conscientious pacifism, “Lysistrata” snidely pokes fun at modern gender stereotypes. “Did your wife redo the den into a living room and paint it eggshell?” one Athenian gripes to another. “And what the fuck is a chocolate fountain?” While HRDC’s “Lysistrata” often succumbs to the slapstick humor, sexual obscenities, and explicit double-entendres that are inevitable in a battle-of-the-sexes plot, it manages to offer a humorous but sincere discourse...
...looked down at the contraption. I had a hard on. I had a vibrator. I could fuck Miss Lee-Lee and get off at the same time. It was perfect. But as I looked at her reclined body—her elbows and knees and ankles laced through leather strings—I knew that I still had some questions...