Import only reissue of 1992 compilation includes all the tracks off their classic 1977 debut Never Mind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols. 20 tracks split into three phases, 'Early Songs And Other People's Material', 'Let Rip, Volatile, Full Fledged Songwriting On our Own' and 'Final group Of Songs Written Close Together. More Musical. No Longer Confused About Where We Stood.' Includes all the obvious hits and well known tracks. EMI.
Is it normal to be scared about wedding night sex?
My wedding is next week and my soon to be hubby and i are both virgins so i am extremely scared about it. I won't have any idea what to do or how to do anything and i feel like i will be the biggest disappointment to my Future hubby alive. I mean to be honest i am not even scared about the wedding i can't wait i am so madly inlove with my fiancee just ready for it all be over with. Just so scared he won't want me and i won't know how to please him. Is this normal to be scared like this? Advice?
Best answer:
Answer by Jeff H. Don't worry about you not pleasing him . . .
It'll be over fast - don't worry.
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San Diego judge rejects some sex offender rules
A San Diego judge has ruled that a restriction passed by California voters on how close sex offenders can live to parks and schools is unconstitutional.
Gah! I can't believe this got deleted before. Well, this time I edited a few things, and hopefully it'll be alright to stay! ^_^ Enjoy guys! Song: Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang
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CAGED PROSTITUTES -- The Lowest Order of the Japanese Brothel System (#3), or, HOW TO PRETEND YOU HAVE "FREEDOM OF CHOICE"
Image by Okinawa Soba (On the Road for a While)
Ca.1890-1900. Of the many views that show Caged Prostitutes in Japan, this is perhaps the most interesting. When showing it to friends in Japan, they explained it anecdotally to me this way.........
(1) The prospective customer --- seen here with his pipe --- gawks at the inmates until he settles on whoever turns him on.
(2) He lights the long tobacco pipe in his hand, and passes it through the bars to her.
(3) If her feminine sixth sense tells her he will probably be OK (and NOT some Sadistic bastard who will smack her around and beat the crap out of her), she will
(4) take a puff on his pipe as a sign she will accept his temporary patronage, and then
(5) pass the pipe back through the bars to him to seal the deal.
(6) They immediately head off to the back room where he will...uhhh... pop his little weasel in two minutes or less [well, Ok... 5 minutes], while she pretends to have an orgasm.
And you fans of Hollywood fiction probably thought that Native American Indians and their so-called "Peace Pipes" were the only ones who did business like this.
NOTE : Another old source relates that things also work the other way around. That is, the guy first points out the girl he wants to have sex with, and if she thinks he's OK, then she lights her own pipe and sends it out through the bars for him to puff on.
The variations to this might be many. But, you now get the point behind the photo, and the meaningful place the pipe held while "doing business" in the brothel districts of old Japan.
For all the fuss of German despair, i love the sentimentality of it. So "rührig", not the message, but the reaction. Such flounder excitement inside my identity frame of residence. I breath air under German clouds. I love my mighty self. Since that is truth (yes truth, not true) i would live in self denial if i´d not look around and find fruit to chew on; find people to build on, find pride to nag on, find Germany lovable. Because i can leave anytime. Because my pride is effortless and always elsewhere. I am Germany.
Germans want meat, like the rest of us.
I play my balls, and most Germans do too, in private. So we´re ok over here, just a little backtracked by and large. And it´s hard for us to kick ass while so much ass kissing is going on.
Though remembered with much pity, i was not breast fed (i think) and therefore find myself affectionate without a reason in response to the system´s motherly affection. There is this groundfloor of wealth, invisible, forgotten, sucked to oblivion, on which i walk. I stride like that.
For the heart of it, i do encourage goodness. That kind of meme that dies soon; too kitschy to penetrate for long. Kitschyness however is what a Butterbrot German lacks most, is what sounds discordantly in the hairy german ear. Goodness is too good to be german. There are exceptions, petty exceptions (in the forests around the cities).
Exogenous competition seems to be too strong to be givin' without chillin' in good ol' Germany. Shake hands, crack ice. Even in good ol´ Germany, a mother´s child is a mother´s child, eh. Bear with us. Let us grow at our pace. Bear with the scientific grunge in the heads of those with power, bear with the many elite loosers hunching in creative agencies cold at heart. Those self-made intellectuals of void. Bear with the wind, until it carries along the seeds of bullriding champions. Martyrs of goodness is what Germany needs.
Chorus: Germans want meat, like the rest of us.
Most Germans, if they are not butchers, prefer Kuchen (cake). But still, butchery numbness prevails. Germans want meat, like the rest of us, but we´re a little more saucy over it as we steal a rib or two from our neighbour´s Cool. That´s why the Germans love & envy the Spaniards. Not only do they have more bullfights, they also have a mother tongue so rad! To attract Cool, you´d have to loose your mother tongue in Germany, but then, how could you still be lovin´ yourself? Now come here, gimme a hug you german grumpy ghost of a nation.
The girls want to freak, but there is so much freaky kill-billy sexuality in the well-fed, german wannabe middle-manager, that it would be overkill to share that in the open. It would leave american obsessions a footnote in the history books of human sex drive.
Chorus: Germans want meat, like the rest of us.
There is so much grunge, fraud and innocent comic all around. The old man on the street complaining about my unabashed bicyclist right of way. The music manager at EMI who not long ago cautioned me to play the ball low (this is a german saying for: shut up, just don´t try something that would cause the universe to implode). The other CEO from a small agency who offers communication for the masses but thinks most people are actually stupid. The many men in their late forties, imprisoned in the way of doing business in the 70´s; who have less manners than you´d have guessed. The recent graduates in big blue chip companies who take everything for granted. The butcher´s wife whose daughter is so forked up about being as mainstream as she can.
"Invest so much time into the improvement of self, that you have no time to criticize others." Be Germany. "Be the change you want to see." The street is not only for walking. It is for ignoring the path and hauling home the chicken (the Bundesadler).
Chorus: Germans want meat, like the rest of us.
Let two or three generations grow and diversify. Let die out the 40-somethings of the present who are childishly vying to prove something of which there is nothing left. Let´s make babies. The revolution is in them. Let me leave this country. I am not her martyr. I love Germany. But i want a much sweeter sauce on my steak.
Horror Show
Image by claytonjayscott.com
Since I was a little kid I tried to get out of my head Trapped on the playground I would stare at the sky... I didn't even know why But daily life It took an evil shape Some conformed And some tried to escape And those are the misfits that I've known Like a sock in the eye They feel it to the bone It's a joke that we all know We're the bait in a horror show
Yeah, we are alone In a horror show
Banish me and mine to outer space I'd shoot there in a second Just for the breathing space I'd put the punks on the moon For head-room, mods rule the galaxy That's the way I think things should be The creep in you Is the creep in me The gravity presses down like a lie We want wild sex But we don't wan ta die Do you feel there's no where to go? We're the bait in a horror show
And we're all alone in a horror show... Yeah, we are alone in a horror show
If I spoke in words of only hate Tell me would you know? Could you relate?
And I, I wish I met Lou Reed out on his darkened sea 'Cause I felt it when his blood would flow It doesn't take a thousand years to know That ship burned a long time ago We're all alone in a horror show
Why Sex Matters: A Darwinian Look at Human Behavior
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Superstar Deion Sanders tells his powerful life story and reveals how power, money and sex could not satisfy the void in his lifeâ€"a void ultimately satisfied by his relationship with Christ. A photo section included in this national best-seller.
