http://www.therapistfinder.com. I think bizarro Sean Connery came up with it.
This one isn't any better...
...or this one...
Well, this weather is total bullshit. I came home to have something to eat and, after making a pot of coffee, spilled grounds all over the floor.
The events that followed can be best expressed with this haiku:
I vaccuumed up the coffee
Jake got scared (inset)
Meow meow meow me
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Then Liz came down to my office and picked me up and we had dinner - here's a picture of us in the elevator.
Here's something [else] that troubles me about the whole 72 virgins thing
The other day my friend JP told me about a comic he had seen - the comedian had a joke to the effect of "I'm not sure I'd want 72 virgins, I mean, I don't want a bunch of skanks, but also not the kind of girl that gets upset by a little cum in her hair."
Yes, that's graphic, but he makes a good point - bear with me.
It led me to ponder why they were virgins in the first place - are they like, angel virgins? Or zombie virgins? Or just girls that died virgins? and if the third, were they icy girls? Or boring? Did they talk too damn much? Are they really homely? Do you suppose your garden-variety suicide bomber enters into this sort of internal dialog prior to killing a bunch of people or does he suppose that The Prophet (PBUH) is sitting on a bumper crop of un-fucked Penelope Cruz's just waiting to ride his politically-disenfranchised junk?
Further to this, Is negotiation an option?
"Look" they might argue, "keep the half-gross of barkers, give me Natalie Wood and Sharon Tate. Virgins? No, but it's my damn paradise and I was the one that blew up the damn bus."
I think I would open with that and haggle down to, say, Anne Bancroft, Barbra Stanwyck and Pauline Kael (for conversation).
And the end of the day, I really don't know.
ANYway, all that led me to the real question which is: What's the deal with female suicide bombers?
As discussed, few men want to slog through a big pile of virgins, so can you imagine a woman with 72 virgins? 72 awkward 15 year-old dorks serving as divine reward for taking out a mezzanine in Tel Aviv?
I'm still waiting to nail my first 15 year-old boy, so I can't draw from personal history. I would conjecture, though, that it's a pretty lousy experience. It's a lousy experience for another 15 year-old - imagine what it's like to be a woman of the world, say, 31-years old. She's been with a few guys, traveled a bit, looking for something to do on a Friday, the girls are all with their fellas and she can't bear the thought of goat again - so she decides to detonate herself in a Jerusalem cafe.
Suddenly, zap, she enters the sweet hereafter, enjoying milk and honey in a martyr's paradise, on her left is the Prophet (PBUH), on her right, Abraham...Allah gazing down proudly. Then....
Randy Lifshitz (age 17) from Decatur approaches her in a tuxedo - his cummerbund matches the dress she discovers she's wearing and then ... (bassline intro) ... clumsy sex in the backseat of Dr. Lifshitz's Le Baron.
Allah Akbar, I guess.