The Lost Art of Dry Humping...

[uber_corp]

When did the act of sexual intercourse become an assumed prerequisite to a date or relationship? Think back to the days when you were a virgin...the days of purity, nervousness, and zipper-chaffed wieners. The good ol' days. An unbridled, sophomoric night of a little "on top of the sweater" action, can be playful, pleasurable, and painless. When in

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[anonymous]

Well said, my dear.

[ian_gazarek]

This is something I learned about recently from a source that was unreliable, but it sounds right.

A touchstone? It's a type of rock apparently. You can rub gold across it, and it'll leave different colored streaks depending on how pure it is and if it's real gold.

I'm working on developing a touchstone for advice, food safety, movie reviews, and people. You know, you just rub a rock on someone's face and then you know if they're good to hang out with.

[uber_corp]

That sounds like a good plan, in theory, but doesn't that take the fun out of new experiences?

[ian_gazarek]

Maybe you wouldn't use it on someone you were actually interested in. You could use it as a bonding tool with friends guessing people's thoughts, rubbing it on the faces of strangers to see if their soul matched their fashion sense.

[uber_corp]

That sounds like a fun after school activity (you know one of those to keep us from doing drugs and hanging out with the wrong people...) I want to join in on the soul baring, fashion matching fun...You locate the rock; I'll locate the douche bags. Deal?

[at_your_leisure]

omg.

[new_night]

SHUT UP

[amon_veith]

Vannah, we should be calling them the "Ots" instead of the two thousandies... now shouldn't we?