Stacey had a pet emergency today (awwwww!), so you’re stuck with me today. And man alive, am I bad at this. I haven’t looked at gossip since quitting WIMB.
In fact, to torture you, here is a ridiculously offensive post about a women orgasming during childbirth. Just for you, Slim. (NSFW) (Drunken Stepfather)
How cool is this news? Simon Pegg and Nick Frost may very well be cast as the Thompson Twins in Spielberg’s TinTin (Filmonic)
Jesus Effing Christ … Jon Stewart’s kid is so goddamn cute you just may puke. (WIMB)
No kidding: This may be the coolest 25-second trailer for a Japanese film I’ve ever seen. (FilmDrunk)
The most obvious news of the day: Verne Troyer is a drunken sex addict. Nooo. Really? (Yeeeah!)
Did you know that Kate Beckinsale studied French and Russian literature? She also looks good in various states of dress and undress. (Popoholic)
They’re mum over on IDLYITW, but the corporate whores took it over, and Jenny is gone. We’re through with them. Please. Hold your applause. (IDLYITW)
I’m going to send you over to /Film to check out some stills from Descent 2, but you gotta promise to come back. (Slashfilm)
Wondering whether “Superstars of Dance” is worth your time? Wonder no more. (If a TV Falls in the Woods)
Ho-Lee Shit. This may be the greatest movie trailer of all time. It’s for a much older film. I don’t want to spoil anything, but I’ll say this: The movie’s title is Head. (The Cory Snyder Show)
This is why we’re so giddy to welcome Al Franken to the Senate. (QuizLaw)
Stacey did manage to leave this video. It involves Ron Jeremy and a penis photographer. I won’t say anymore.
Regarding the women orgasming during childbirth ickyness...
There was something on the moving picture-tube this past weekend about that. I'm all for natural childbirth, drug-riddled childbirth, squirting one out in an inflatable pool, crowning in the back seat of a cab, deep-frying the placenta with a side of coleslaw, whatever. But doesn't it seem a little weird that the woman/mother would occasionally see her child and be reminded of her mind-blowing 'gasm? Or that the guy/father would always have a little black ball of jealousy tucked away in his psyche, seeing the child as something that got his wife weak in the knees?
Goddam hippies anyhow.
Posted by: Skitz at January 6, 2009 12:10 PM
Well, that's a bit cynically manipulative on Kate's part as she's wearing really ugly clothes.
Oh I remember when you were English for a few years, Kate. We had some good times.
I don't even know if it's in "Head", probably not, but I think "Randy Scouse Git"'s going to be in my head for a while.
Head is a sorta-kinda famous movie in certain circles. It's the film that ruined the Monkees' career; and according to the lore, they did it that way on purpose. I saw it many long years ago but don't remember much about it except it's...very 60's is the best way I can put it.
Oh no! Hope Stacey's little buddy is okay--I'm sending happy, healthy critter vibes her way!
And yes, Jon Stewart's kid is abso-freakin'-lutely precious.
Posted by: meaux at January 6, 2009 12:16 PM
I hope our Salty Cockmaster's pet is doing ok I had a doggie emergency less than a week ago as well.
/scary
Posted by: BarbadoSlim at January 6, 2009 12:16 PM
Simon Pegg and Nick Frost may very well be cast as the Thompson Twins in Spielberg's TinTin
...does this mean we'll be treated to an extended chase scene/music video for a cover of "Hold Me Now", with Pegg/Frost on vocals? Oh...not those, eh? My bad.
Horny alcoholic midgets? And a picture of Kelly Brook in a bikini with her legs spread? God how I hope there's no correlation between these two things, because I currently consider Kelly to be one of the shining Goddesses of the world. And Kate's on that list as well (the list is actually longer than it needs to be). Unless either of them end up becoming Scientologist. That is the deal breaker for sure.
Posted by: Xtreme at January 6, 2009 12:24 PM
As excited as I am at the prospect of a TinTin movie (and Pegg and Frost would be great as the Twins), do we really think Spielberg can pull this off? It's an ironic comic book, it doesn't need a closing scene wherein TinTin thinks back on the adventure and fills with angst while he stares into Milou's eyes and wonders in a choked voice if could he have done more.
Posted by: PaddyDog at January 6, 2009 12:24 PM
If I remember correctly, Randy Scouse Git is on Headquarters and predates Head.
And, again, if I remember correctly, Jack Nicholson wrote the screenplay for Head.
the being known as wondergirl is speaking I believe
it's not easy trying to tell her that I shortly have to leave
Posted by: JH at January 6, 2009 12:28 PM
Paddy, if I may offer an opinion, I believe Spielberg can do it. It's a mix of high adventure and whimsy...that's his bread and butter. Just don't ask him to analyze the current situation of the war on terror, or expect him to revive Harrison Ford's already flagging career, and you'll be set.
I'm quite a fan of Spielberg overall, but to me he has a tendency to add unnecessary maudlin sentimental ending scenes to most films, and it ruins them for me (especially Band of Brothers, why on earth did we need the graveyard scene????)
Posted by: PaddyDog at January 6, 2009 12:34 PM
How can I use the sentence "Look at this cock. And what do you think of it?" before the end of the day?
Posted by: courtney 2 at January 6, 2009 12:36 PM
Hmmm, as much as I loved The Descent, the sequel looks like it won't offer much more than the first one. I mean, yeah, she is a crazy bitch now, but where does that leave us? Did all that crazy ass shit happen in the cave, or did she imagine it all and go crazy because her family was dead and she blamed the closet lesbian for fucking her man?
That was some scary ass shit though. I will see it just for the adrenaline rush. Caves freak me out. And I live in Appalachia and have seen actual inbreds. They are not that far off from the "crawlers." GAH.
Now just wait a second, what is going on over at IDLYITW? While I don't necessarily give a damn about celebrity antics, I do enjoy the postings on the site (even if I've never read the comments section). If ever there was a seriously bitchy person posting, it was there. Can someone fill me in a little more???
Posted by: Xtreme at January 6, 2009 12:40 PM
How can I use the sentence "Look at this cock. And what do you think of it?" before the end of the day?
Posted by: courtney 2
Oh, dear. Here we go:
First, the obvious use. Pull somebody's pants down while somebody else is watching and ask the question.
Second, go to an underground cock fight. Focus on the one owned by a man. Ask the question to the person sitting next to you.
Third, persuade a male friend to get "C.O.C.K." tattooed on his stomach, and make sure there is a drawing of a woman Cooking On Colorful Kitchens underneath it. Then ask the question to the tattoo artist.
Fourth, try to find a person who confuses hearing and sight and who is unable to understand the termination "ney", and make sure he or she meets a man with a bad cockney accent. Then ask the question.
Fifth, find a Pajibette and go ANYWHERE you can find a man. Then ask the question.
Whatever, Kate Beckinsale is getting all brittle and Nicole Kidman-ish. She used to look like a human being.
Posted by: AM at January 6, 2009 12:47 PM
And if you do go to an underground cock fight, then I arbitrarily without checking with anyone declare you banned from Pajiba for life because that shit is just not funny or entertaining. Yes, it's true: I have no sense of humor when it comes to species abuse.
Posted by: PaddyDog at January 6, 2009 12:52 PM
Courtney 2 you will need to obtain eight items:
A rooster, two car mirrors (preferably from 58 Ford Edsel), duct tape, the pointy half of a turkey baster, a bright purple wig, some ecstacy and a C.D. of rave music.
Ask away.
Posted by: admin at January 6, 2009 12:53 PM
I'm agreeing with AM on that one. Ms "Death-Dealer" is looking like death.
Posted by: BarbadoSlim at January 6, 2009 12:53 PM
Oh yeah Al, I'd keep the Volkswagen too - and I'd run that bitch over with it.
Posted by: Cindy at January 6, 2009 1:04 PM
Okay, I'll have to bow down to AM and Bslim on the Kate thing, those are some lame pix. But I don't let one or two bad pictures ruin the overall effect. If that was the case, no celeb on the planet would remain appealing for more than a year. Because let's be clear, the only great pictures involve a lot of professional photographers, makeup artists, lighting people and airbrush artists (and I'm guessing these bad pictures involved all that). The "real" pictures rarely stand up to the make believe ones. Especially if the staged pictures involve someone like Kate in skintight leather holding weapons.
That's all.
Posted by: Xtreme at January 6, 2009 1:10 PM
Man, that up there is just another reason to say "Yes" to an epidural. While I anticipate that motherhood will come with it's own special set of joys and warm fuzzy feelies, that's one specific warm fuzzy joy feeling I don't want to associate with my rug monkeys.
An orgasm during childbirth is VERY different--I would imagine--than associating sexual feelings with your child. But Freud would say that was normal. Which is a good thing, according my Uncle Larry. But I would trust him; before we started dating he was a pedophile.
Posted by: boo at January 6, 2009 1:15 PM
Damn, I meant to say "wouldn't".
Don't trust pedophiles, kids. They always fuck you in the end.
Posted by: boo at January 6, 2009 1:17 PM
Don't trust pedophiles, kids. They always fuck you in the end.
There are so many things I could do with that sentence that I don't know where to start. And now that I know that you have actual inbreds roaming the neighborhood, boo honey, I'm probably never going to come see your shiny new house.
Love to the pooch, Staceface!
Posted by: Nicole at January 6, 2009 1:25 PM
Going to miss IDLYITW. I thought there was something fishy yesterday. So we're down to Egotastic and Webster's now in the non-whore column?
Posted by: tdehr at January 6, 2009 1:28 PM
I love this place because by the time I've read all the comments I no longer have any idea what the thread was about.
Good luck to Stacey, I hate pet emergencies. I had two in 2008 and that was two too many.
By the way, I'm commenting on pajiba in between balancing a microwave lasagna in my lap and trying to eat it, balancing the laptop on my lap, and sitting across from my boss trying to take dictation from her for revisions. What we're working on isn't the least bit funny, so when I sneak a peek here and start snickering despite myself, it's hard to explain. Very hard. But she already thinks I'm super weird, so she accepts my explanation about voices in my head making me laugh.
Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen at January 6, 2009 1:30 PM
Ok now I'm only eating Apple Jacks and doing all that other stuff. And I was nearly busted just now.
But I wanted to say:
does anyone here ever go to Celebitchy? One of the most level-headed gossipy sites out there, you ask me.
And this orgasm during childbirth thing has GOT to be a one in a zillion trillion kind of dealio. It just has to be. MY reaction to the bugger actually slidin' on out was "Ow OW!" because she gave one last gotdamned kick on the way out. There was absolutely nothing even remotely orgasmic about any of the 26 hours of hell. Course I had no drugs at all. And she weighed nine pounds. So that could be part of it.
Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen at January 6, 2009 1:46 PM
I find one of the truest measures of a person is for me to describe getting an MRI for our 16 year old dog whose back legs had gradually but completely ceased functioning, and how there was nothing that could be done about the degenerative damage to her brain but to put diapers on her, telecommute for a year so that I could carry her to the bathroom and clean her up, and build a wheelchair out of PVC pipe and carpet so that she could still sort of get around. And then there was the laying half the night every night on the floor with her until she finally settled down because once the lights went out she would try to wriggle around the room and end up with all her weight on her head choking and gasping for air or manage to push herself into the waterdish. Our house has two stories, and so we carried her up and down for the last two years of her life. And of course she had to take a dozen pills each day for her brain,arthritis, heart and pain.
And anyone, anyone, who responds to any of this with a sentence containing the phrase "just a dog" is forever on the secret list.
Posted by: stipe42 at January 6, 2009 1:48 PM
Oh, and I read about the orgasmic childbirth thing on Jezebel, because there's no way in hell I'm clicking over to Drunken Stepfather. Even if that is some sort of grandiose sarcastic facade designed to mirror some of the uglier parts of pop culture, the comments make me want to die.
It looks like Todd is still at IDLYITW, but there's someone named Dave I've never seen before. Maybe Todd and Jenny just had a parting of the ways.
Posted by: snapnhiss at January 6, 2009 1:51 PM
stipe If you told me that, and I guess you just did, I'd want to give you a medal. Then I'd cry.
I lost my Hannah Rose in March to a pitbull attack when I was walking her and two loose ones came up and got her. In front of me and my daughter. We'll never get over it. I don't know what I would have done if anyone had reacted insensitively. She was my buddy for life and I know she's waiting for me on that bridge. I've planted a rose garden on the south side of the house for her, my Hannah Rose. Doggy love is the purest kind. I love my cats, but they would kill me in my sleep if they could.
Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen at January 6, 2009 1:52 PM
Stipe42, I know exactly where you are coming from. Last summer one of my cats got very ill, and had to have a feeding tube put in. This also meant that I had to haul her back and forth to work with me for a couple of months so that I could keep her on a feeding schedule. You would not believe the horrible things that some of the people that I work with said. "You want me to take her out back and hit her in the head with a shovel? It would be cheaper." I work with a bunch of rednecks, so it's not all that surprising, but still I found it more than a little tacky. Now my kitty is happy, healthy, and back to driving me slowly insane, and the assholes that I work with can all Fuck Off!
Posted by: Miss_E at January 6, 2009 1:53 PM
Don't trust pedophiles, kids. They always fuck you in the end.
Ha! Oh my God, boo, marry me.
Best of luck with your baby, Stace!
Posted by: Jeremy Feist at January 6, 2009 1:54 PM
Miss_E Do you work with Dwight Schrute? Keep him AWAY from your cats!!!
(Glad your kitty is better!)
Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen at January 6, 2009 1:56 PM
stipe42, you're a better person than I, Godtopus bless you. Our family lost a fuzzy kid last summer to a degenerative disease, and it was true hell. AB, I can't imagine your pain. Losing a loved one to sickness is bad enough, but a violent end - witnessed, shit, I hope someone put those bastards down. The owners, that is. I carry a telescoping metal police baton when I walk my fuzzy little mutt, and have no hesitation whatsoever in killing someone else/their dog.
Posted by: Xtreme at January 6, 2009 2:06 PM
AB - Similar to Dwight, only fewer button up shirts, more chewing tobacco.
Posted by: Erin at January 6, 2009 2:14 PM
AB - Also, as the owner of a pit-mix dog, I am embarrassed that the owners of those dogs were so irresponsible. I am so sorry that happened to you.
People, please remember to have your idiot neighbors spayed and neutered.
Posted by: Miss_E (Erin) at January 6, 2009 2:18 PM
like Kate in skintight leather holding weapons
Those pants are rubber. See? Everything's fakey fake fake with her.
Hope everything turns out well for your baby, Stacey!
Posted by: Gabs at January 6, 2009 2:27 PM
Thanks, stipe42 and AB for making me tear up and then go kiss my dog's nose. Yeah, he's a diabetic pain in the ass, but he's my buddy. Except when he's eating out of the trash can, in which case he's "you stupid son of a bitch you're going to get pancreatitis!" Our older dog had a stroke over three years ago and putting her down was the hardest damn thing I've ever done. People who say "It's just a dog" are morons, bless their hearts.
Oh, and AB, I do hang out at Celebitchy. It's my favorite gossip site.
Posted by: Nicole at January 6, 2009 2:34 PM
Wasn't this birth orgasm thing on Californication? Gawd..That said, my friend meditated herself into oblivion while giving birth. Alas, her husband didn't get to take home the unused drugs.
Posted by: amanda47 at January 6, 2009 2:35 PM
Yes! admin! I totally already have a bright purple wig! Finally, an excuse to wear it...
And Sofia, I kind of like the idea of pulling down someone's pants and asking them about their own cock. Sort of an existential perversion.
Posted by: courtney 2 at January 6, 2009 2:46 PM
NicoleWha? Another Celebitchian here? Yay! Lurve that place!
I don't want to drag the whole thread down into a morass of sadness and woe, so I'll do this quickly: the guy who owned the pits regularly let them run loose and the city put them down and fined him a LOT. I had to testify in court, blah blah blah, it was awful, I'm just glad it's over and Hannah is at peace.
I haven't gotten another dog and doubt I ever will. That one hurt real bad. PTSD bad. Lost my best friend bad. I got four rescue cats instead and they've brought us tons of happiness. The end.
Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen at January 6, 2009 2:49 PM
Posted by: stipe42 at January 6, 2009 1:48 PM
Having gone trough something similar, my heart goes out to you.
I now consider you one of my people.
Posted by: BarbadoSlim at January 6, 2009 2:58 PM
Stipe42 and AB, you guys rock. I nursed one of my cats through two instances of liver failure (the second time, sadly, not successfully), which resulted in some pretty substantial vet bills and two weeks of force-feeding the poor critter with a syringe.
Fortunately, only a couple of people expressed any sort of "just an animal" sentiments to my face.
Posted by: meaux at January 6, 2009 2:59 PM
Stipe42. I feel your pain... last August... we lost our 14 year old dog Hailey in a very similar fashion... it was 24 hour constant care... for almost 2 years... she couldn't walk the the last year of her life and just thinking about her makes me cry... and now I can't finish this post...
you're good people... that's what I meant... all of you... who love your pets... good people...
Posted by: Tammers at January 6, 2009 3:40 PM
stipe42, I can so commiserate with you...
My dad died in '97 when I was a teenager, and my younger brother was having a really bad time of it. My mom decided to get him/us a dog for Christmas that year to help us out, so we went to the Human Society the day after Christmas and got a one year-old Britney spaniel/yellow lab mix named Davis. He looks like a smallish yellow lab, with a curvier tail. He's the sweetest little old man now, but he was pretty crazy when we got him. It was good, though, because my brother needed something with a lot of happy energy.
You could tell he had been abused with a previous owner (he was very quick to cower if we even accidentally raised our arms to gesture), but he was trained very well because of it. He wouldn't go to the bathroom in the house ever, and asked to go outside from the moment we brought him home. He could sit, beg, speak, shake, and roll over, too. The only thing he couldn't (or wouldn't) do is heel, especially when he was outside, and he tried to get outside all the damn time.
Exactly one week after we got him, I came home from school and went inside, and before I could shut the door behind me, Davis had barreled his way out. He meandered around, just sniffing, but he ran away every time I got close to him. He wouldn't come to me, sit, or stop in any way; he was totally ignoring me and loving it. I was beginning to panic, as he was heading towards a fairly busy street next to the local elementary school. So of course he didn't even stop when he got to the street, just went right across and starting sniffing along the fence by the school.
We lived in a cul de sac, and my neighbor on the end saw my panicked running and decided he'd try to help. Davis was totally engrossed in sniffing up some other dog's leavings, and I so close to him at this point (I can still see it in my dreams, honestly), just a few feet away. My neighbor called out to Davis to get his attention, and so of course off he went, almost right out from under me, running back across that damned street.
He wasn't so lucky the second time. This little red car (which I can still picture so clearly, and which I am sure was filled with horrible, horrible, horrible people burning with the undying hatred of a thousand genocidal savages) came up the road pretty slowly, about fifteen miles an hour. Practically slow fucking motion. Davis was just passing the middle of the road, almost into the other lane, when this fucking slow motion car hits him on his left rear leg, spinning him something like 720 degrees and into the curb. They kept driving their slow motion speed, didn't slow down, didn't speed up. I have wondered for years who they were and what went through their heads.
To cut short this horrible reverie, both his back hips were shattered, and his legs were broken in several places. That night my mom went to the vet while they performed emergency orthopedic surgery to the tune of $2,000+. We were so very poor at that time after losing my dad, and I am forever grateful to my mom for making the sacrifices I know she made to save Davis.
After the accident and surgery, we were on 24-hour doggy duty for weeks while he healed. We carried him everywhere and devised a system where we put a towel (and later a padded rope harness thingy) under his belly to hold up his back legs so he could go to the bathroom outside. He was such a crazy trooper, though, and somehow managed to pull through it mostly fine. They told us afterward that he had extreme degenerative bone disease and wouldn't make it more than a few years...it's his 13th birthday this May!
I love our half metal robot dog.
Posted by: Snath at January 6, 2009 3:42 PM
OMG Snath stop making me cry at WORK. First I was hooting like a banshee at the stuff I was reading here, garnering dirty looks, now I'm getting a big ol' cry ball in my throat.
Way to go Davis and way to go to his family. I love that dog and I've never seen him.
Stacey better come back here and let us know everything's ok or we're gonna tell every goddamned sad doggie and kitty story ever known by man.
Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen at January 6, 2009 4:00 PM
Aww, Snath, what a little trooper! Give Davis a scratch behind the ears--and give your mom a hug--from me!
Posted by: meaux at January 6, 2009 4:06 PM
Jesus, Snath, I'm sobbing over here. My dog is looking at me like "What the fuck? Did someone jab YOU with a syringe full of insulin?"
Davis is awesome. Give that guy a belly rub, and call your mother right now and tell her you love her. I hope the occupants of the little red car die in a fire.
Tammers, I'm sorry about Hailey.
Posted by: Nicole at January 6, 2009 4:12 PM
Humane Society, rather.
Posted by: Snath at January 6, 2009 4:13 PM
Let me add another shout out for celebitchy! And frankly, I thought IDLYITHW was too bitchy (and I say that as a loyal Pajibian)
Posted by: Alarmjaguar at January 6, 2009 4:31 PM
holy CRAP Snath... your family went through so much... poor davis... I'm sooo glad he made it... I am crying all over again...
all this doggie love is heart warming :)
Posted by: Tammers at January 6, 2009 4:37 PM
Here's a picture of Davis, if anyone is interested.
Posted by: Snath at January 6, 2009 4:41 PM
snath Awww, what a sweet boy he is!
Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen at January 6, 2009 4:50 PM
Awww, he is too cute! I love big puppy eyes, I can't resist.
Posted by: Miss_E at January 6, 2009 4:52 PM
For those who are curious, I touched base with Stace a couple hours ago and her pup is out of the hospital and seems to be doing better.
You are all awesome, by the way.
Posted by: TK at January 6, 2009 4:57 PM
I am totally feeling the glowing demon eyes in that picture snath. My wife and kids want a dog (and are backmailing/bribing the shit out of me) but god damn I hope I never have to experience anything close to your stories.
I have my eye on a ShitzPug at the Humane Society. We shall see.
Posted by: admin at January 6, 2009 4:58 PM
Awwwwww, he is so adorable! And half robot you say? Hmmmm...Can he shoot lasers out of his eyes?
Posted by: Jeremy Feist at January 6, 2009 4:59 PM
Davis is awesome. I want to curl up with him with a book and a blanket. Don't tell my dog.
Thanks for the update, TK. We might be scathing and bitchy, but we love animals.
Posted by: Nicole at January 6, 2009 5:01 PM
Oh, Davis is adorable!
And great news about Stacey's pup as well--thanks, TK!
i love dogs. ive had several, theyre great and not "just dogs" at all...
but still! seriously, people...keeping a poor sick dog alive and in pain for TWO YEARS when its an old dog and y´know the outcome anyway, is cruelty to an animal.
youre keeping them alive for your sake, not theirs. the worst form of egotistical behavior against someone who cant speak up and defend themselves...
even people who are terminally ill ask theyre family to not keep them alive if they start slipping to the other side. your pets should get the same consideration.
Posted by: kf at January 7, 2009 11:04 AM
um KF... I think that 2 years comment was directed at me... so I'll try and answer you... Hailey was a PART OF MY FAMILY... we AGONIZED everyday that we saw her in pain if we should put her down or not... my sister/mother/father/husband had SCREAMING/CRYING/SWEARING/BLOW-UP/IN-YOUR-FACE FIGHTS over it... every DAY we struggled with what was right and what we wanted... and what was best for HER and what was best for US... the pain of keeping her alive vs the PAIN of letting her go... my sister felt that killing her and ending her pain when she still had the will to live would be MORE cruel than letting her LOVING family care for and medicate her... that dog... even though she was more than that to us... had better care than a lot of people towards the end of their lives... so it offends me to my CORE when you say that we were CRUEL or egotistical in the way we acted...
The vet told us... the time to put her down... when you KNOW it's "time" is when they don't show any "spark" anymore... when they can't show you any enthusiasm for food or play... but even until her dying day... the poor thing couldn't walk... but she still could bark for her favorite treat... so... you don't KNOW my situation or the pain of having to talk about it now.... but we just couldn't end her life when she seemed to want to stay with us...
Posted by: Tammers at January 7, 2009 11:31 AM
Stevie Grant is lookin' ooooold. Still, he rocks any socks that are in a 10 mile sockradius.
Posted by: ben (thpbt) at January 7, 2009 11:51 AM
Regarding the women orgasming during childbirth ickyness...
There was something on the moving picture-tube this past weekend about that. I'm all for natural childbirth, drug-riddled childbirth, squirting one out in an inflatable pool, crowning in the back seat of a cab, deep-frying the placenta with a side of coleslaw, whatever. But doesn't it seem a little weird that the woman/mother would occasionally see her child and be reminded of her mind-blowing 'gasm? Or that the guy/father would always have a little black ball of jealousy tucked away in his psyche, seeing the child as something that got his wife weak in the knees?
Goddam hippies anyhow.