(May 28, 2010 at 3:48 am)Saerules Wrote: (May 28, 2010 at 2:44 am)Scented Nectar Wrote: Damn, I'm good! If I keep this up, I'll be starting earthquakes when I'm past 100.
Maybe... but only if you take lessons from me. 
And I am not tutoring anyone right now, so don't bloody ask! 
Awwww, come on, please??? What if we barter? I don't have much to trade though, not even any spare keyboards anymore.
Oh well, as long as someone is still making those earthquakes, it doesn't have to be me, I guess.
Quote: (May 27, 2010 at 1:23 pm)Scented Nectar Wrote: I have never had any children (by choice), and feel no obligation to breed since there are enough of my fellow humans already doing that.
So you have had children then? I reckon some Islamic men wouldn't give a shit: you are a woman, and are thus ripe for the trading. 
I could have sworn we had a thread with this exact same title a while back... 
I never had any against my choice either luckily. I should have written "(I had none by choice)" to make that more clear. Never even been pregnant. Thought I was once, when a combo happened of a broken condom, a late period, and a misread preg-test. Fun times! I probably missed the previous thread on this. When I got here, there were too many back posts, so I just went with the newer ones from then on.
Quote:You know... if it were true (which it is not, don't you get excited )... then Muslim men would be extremely easy to manipulate... I could perhaps accomplish more with the cheap labor available by controlling their actions via their sex drive... than I can accomplish with a few billion USD. However... it really isn't that effective: all the more the pity.
With a single stationary immodest poster on the wall, a roomful of men's penile movements could be harvested for energy, like wind turbines or water power. Perpetual motion almost, since their dicks would keep rising again every time they looked. Capturing the ejaculatory power might also be prophetable, er, profitable. If I set up a business plan for the above and let you in on the ground floor with a high executive position, will you teach me to keep my powers of immodesty into old(er) age? I find with every year, there is a bit less of a lineup at the old door, you know? Soon I am going to have to disgust myself by only having sex with guys who have an elderly fetish, and the idea of that grosses me out a bit. Oh who am I kidding? I'll get over being grossed out.
