Okay, this one is definitely better than the last. I was a-gittin’ desperate.
Your Life is Rated R |
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raincoaster 
Hmm. I am R rated too.
R- rated here.
Damn, I was hoping for an NC-17 like in “Henry and June”
So was I. I like to think that I’m teen-friendly. Though I’m aware the officers don’t see it that way …
Alas, I am “R” as well.
Like any self respecting teen would be caught dead in a theater rated less than R.
Wait, you all are in Canada. Maybe it is different there….
My life is “R’ rated also.
@max
Lot’s of “R” rated stuff goes on in Canuckistan. We freely f— and even marry whom we choose, without the interference of church or state. And, generally speaking, we keep who we do, what we do and how we do it to ourselves. Therein lies the difference between us and Americans who excel at marketing who they do, what they do and how they do it to voyeurs.
The difference is that in Canuckistan we don’t choose between hanging out at the mall or sneaking into an R film; we have the choice between hockey practice and sneaking into an R film.
Are we all R’s? I wonder if this even goes up to NC-17?
I am sorry Time could you repeat that? I was too busy posting who I do, what I do, and how I do it to catch that.
What’s funny is, she used to be a model. Try to put THAT into the context of the comment…
I know where I would be. Hockey practice watching guys on skates.
Time used to be a model?
Yep. All of my friends are decorative, intelligent, and somewhat combative. And Metro’s got the lead in a play, and the part is half his age; he’s the Mel Gibson of the Okanagan Valley.
Ooh la la, Metro, you sexy animal.
Yep, and the parallels go deeper: he’s got that whole nutty-Catholic thing going on, although so far he and Mme Metro only have cats, not eighteen children of their own and two with Jodie Foster.
OOOPS did I say that?
Hmmmm … decorative, intelligent and somewhat combative. This sounds like the woman my husband married.
HAH! Max called me Canadian/Canadien!
I guess we’ve rubbed off on you. Y’all, I mean. BIENVENUE!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa lo etTUH, jolie alouettUH . . .
GENTIL alouette. Duh. You Upper Mexicans: sooooo fixated on Hollywood.
Sorry – I learned it in an English school . . . . jolie before Jolie was cool, not to mention before Jolie was born . . . .
Oh I know you are not Canadian Frontier but generalizations are fun for the whole family and also secretly you want to blend and I am all about fulfilling fantasies.
Zoze Hanglash! Zey zkrew up HEVrayTING! HEVrayTING!
If he keeps messing up our national songs, we’ll have to repossess his Habs jersey, and nobody wants to see that happen.
It’s not that Max – I’m a perversion of Commonwealthiness: born in Virginia, raised in Cornwall and doomed to spend the rest of my life wandering around in a post-Reaganite apocalyptic wasteland muttering “pardon me” . . . .
Oh great, Frontier, just reading that the damn magic wand broke now nobody gets a fantasy fulfilled.
I have that talent . . .
Would you two get a room?
It was not the kind of magic wand Rain. Jeez.
Sure, sure. FFE, could you give the girl a hand?
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I wasn’t referring to THAT wand – jeeez. I was calling myself a buzzkill.
I’ve got SOME manners, you know . . . .
What’s that like?
Manners? Burdensome but necessary
Really? what a funny place you must live in. Are there others like you?
I feel like I am in Germany listening to people say Dummer Amerikanerin [or however the hell they spell it] like I do not know what that means.
That is NOT a hand.
[jeez dummer canaderinian]
Hey, I keep my hands to myself . . . in a non-auterotic way, of course.
And Rain . . . not many, but more than you think
Two?
Please, max, I am not busting out my vaunted anti-American-ness here (have I mentioned that my ancestors looted and burned the White House?). I am simply testifying to what life’s like chez raincoaster: nasty, brutish, and soon to be posted on YouTube and featured on The Crime Channel if not the next Clive Barker tome.
Great, all we need now is a Calvinist to Rain’s Hobbes . . . .
Well that only seems fair. My ancestors looted and burned Boston Harbor. It was probably karma.
“Great, all we need now is a Calvinist to Rain’s Hobbes . . . .”
That is all you need. All I need is a Viggo dvd.
It is the little things you know.
max, funny you should mention a Viggo DVD. I happen to know where you can download every clip of him nekkid that has ever been released to theatres, including the Ruby Cairo scene that got cut from the North American release. Try http://www.sotbk.net and tell them Evil Elf sent you.
Ask no questions. The dog howls at midnight. Hey, I’d burn you a copy myself but I am LOUSY at getting things into the mail.
You are my hero.
Smooch!
YW. You know how every star has that one fan that, when they’re going to do a public event, they think “Oh god, SHE will be there!” Yeah, well for a couple of years I was Viggo’s. Poor sod.
No, Rain. That fan people fear is that overweight guy who always shows up early enough to get a front seat and if he does not scares other people into abandoning theirs so he can have it — though sometimes he wants a middle seat — who sweats too much for no reason, often brings food with him in oversized containers, which he often eats while one leg sort of jumps a lot in a strange arhythmic mode and that guy continually blurts things out too loud in the middle of other people speaking, usually the people stage speaking — who people actually came to see and hear.
You are not that guy.
True, but I stole his seat several times.
You poor bastard.
I had a towel and some bleach, it was okay.
I am R! This means sons with fathers are welcome!
Time is a woman?
Yep, ever since puberty.
And that you’d be R was a given.
“Your Life is Rated PG-13
Your life isn’t totally scandalous, but you definitely don’t shy away from adult themes!”
Not sure how this fits in with the vinyl/fetish corset …
You wear it with Mom jeans? Or under a polarfleece pullover? It’s an odd juxtaposition, but then fetish corset wearers often find themselves in odd positions.
Sorry, Az, PG-13, fetish, and vinyl corsets often go together.
Go look at any poster kiosk in Zellers. You’ll find them hard by the toy department, where they lurk to snare adolescent males with this sort of image.
Which is, in my ‘umble, a step up from this almost Cleave-It-To-Beaver pose.
I grew up in such a restricted era …
How much time did you spend at the poster kiosk in Zellers when you were growing up, Metro?
None: My parents subscribed to the Nat!
Besides, I was a Catholic kid. And where do you go if you want acess to porno mags, cigarettes and booze? That’s right, your local Catholic high school, right? So I knew all the right people.
But I had the Heather Thomas Body Glove poster later in life.
I had that swimsuit later in life. But fortunately not TOO late.
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Rated R here as well. I’m almost 14 years old, but that doesn’t mean I’m sheltered from constant drug/alcohol referances, violent images and, well, a lotta other shit.
I think if you’re 14 you are probably more ‘in it’ than I am right now. I’m old. Gawd.