I get where the one end goes, but what are we then hooked to ?

I know! It's the then what that's confusing me. Though for the sake of my imagination I was glad to see suspension taken off the table.

I get where the one end goes, but what are we then hooked to ?

I know! It's the then what that's confusing me.

I try not to ponder that. Ask Mistress Google. (Since I'm at work, I'm not going to seek out Web sites that might explain it.)

I will not Google asshooks in an open plan office. I will not Google asshooks in an open plan office. I will not Google asshooks in an open plan office...

I get where the one end goes, but what are we then hooked to ?

I'm thinking this is probably information I don't really need to know.

Has anyone else seen the featured article on the front page of Wikipedia today?

information I don't really need to know.

The words appear to be English, and yet?

Tom, I have now and I have to say I love it!!

Also just learned that "quaint" and "cunt" come from the same root.

Ooh! SH, you've been to St. Gregory of Nyssa?

Yes - my ex, Huw (referred to as "Churchy Huw" by the bears of San Francisco) was a deacon there, in the midst of professing his ministry. (Before he went a little funny in the head, converted to Eastern Orthodoxy of the *most* conservative bent (so conservative, he went back into the closet, denying his faggotry), moved to South Carolina, became a pagan, then moved to Buffalo to date an infamous Web-gossip who lives in Toronto. I know how to pick 'em, eh?) - anyway, Huw went there, so I went there, and even deeply pagan like I am, I was so delighted by the Nyssans that I seriously considered joining.

They had an ordained priest who was also a lesbian and a rabbi. The altar was in the center of a "round" room, and there were vine-dances and singing, and birthdays were the BEST.

I loved it there.

(tangent)

NOT elaborating on hooks. I'm rarely squicked by anything - dad's a mortician, grew up in the mortuary, reads books like "Stiff" while eating - but yeah. Hooks bad.

dad a mortician, grew up in the mortuary

I'm gonna go ahead and assume that your love of the macabre was not a surprise to your family.

(BTW - nice to meet you StuntHusband. I am Aims, aka The Empress.)

Heh. Some friendly perv who has asshooks in his kit bag talks about how nobody wants to include them in play:

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Thing is, everyone I play with has flat out refused to even discuss playing with it. “Hell no” is their usual response. So complete is their disapproval that it has become a sort of joke. I offer them a choice between two toys, one I want to play with and the hook, knowing that they will choose the former over the hook.
Me: “Ok so I’ll give you a choice, tonight we can play with the lawn gnome or the hook, what will it be?”
Them: “fuck...Not the...oh ok, the gnome... You know you will have to sleep sometime, then, then I’m going to smother you with a pillow!”