Yeah, the whole Southwest Khaki pants and demin shirt look (not to mention the guy with a good sense of humor and aa lisp making the announcements) has killed the mystique of the flight attendant.
She did put a condom on a dildo, if I remember correctly. Good stuff. Edit: She also gave us the following homework: go to a pharmacy (or whereever) and buy a condom, which I did not like too much at the time.
Our biology teacher had a mustache. Did I mention it was a she as well... She also held a doctorate in Biology, so she was a wee bit overqualified to teach bio to grades 10-12.
at my kids' school they sell condoms right out of a dispenser next to the coffee machine... think that would make congressman morris do a loop-de-loo?
Now thoroughly off topic ... despite the condoms on dildos, the homework to buy condoms, and the condom machines in the schools, French & German kids aren't having sex any earlier than are U.S. evangelicals' kids who take vows of virginity.
True enough. I know how Don's story will end ... depression, drunken binges, joblessness, homeless, and an early grave. Repent your ways, Mr. Draper. Repent.
In the US we mostly find those dispensers at gas station bathrooms in the interstate. The cool thing is that they have the ones that glow in the dark and are excessively ribbed.
I remember being a teen age boy and going to Chiefs games with a friend who lived in the house behind us. They had about 10th row seats at the 15 yard line or so. Every quarter, they would rotate in a new set of cheerleaders right in front of us. I can honestly say that I spent very little time watching the game. This story is just insane. For teenage boys, its kind of like the Mega Millions jack pot and one kid hit it.
No shit. In the early 70's we would risk life and limb just to SEE a boobie. Going to a Catholic school really didn't help matters much. We would hoist each other up and dangle off a ledge just trying to peek into the girls locker room. It was all good and fine until we got busted by Sister Gorilla Monsoon.
We had a couple of Nuns who were still full habit wearing bad asses. Our librarian was Sister Rose Anthony Moose. No joke. She wore industrial strength hose under her habit so you heard this "whisk, whisk, whisk, whisk" sound when she was walking in the quite library. If someone was doing something, in the back of the room, you would hear that same sound at double speed as she marched back to inflict pain and sorrow on the offending lads and lasses. My science teacher was the worst of all. Sister Zepherine Laterneau. Again, I'm not making that up. I won't go into details about Sister Zepherine because the scabs are still too fresh 30 years on. I actually liked my fourth grade teacher, Sister Mary Ella. The problem was that we couldn't stop laughing when we heard her name because that happened to be the same year that Cheech and Chong released their best comedy album with a skit about Sister Mary Elephant.
I met a Nun once who entered a convent in the 60s. Her first week there, she walked through the grave yard and came across a relatively recent grave for a recently deceased sister. Sister Mary Circumcision. Her first thought was that Sister MC must've died of embarrassment. Later, some of the nuns who knew Sister MC said that the sisters would call her "Cirky" for short.
It took me 30 years to figure out a 15 year old sexually charged latino male and a 60 year old sexually repressed woman is not a good match. Ditto on the scars....physical and emotional.
Found it. [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kk5UnA7aQ4s"]Cheech & Chong Greatest Hits: Sister Mary Elephant - YouTube[/ame] Not quite as funny as I remember it, but it was a real rib tickler back in the day.