But you would be nice and clean and red all over

Yep, all urban legend.

Tell me what you are into, and I will let you know if you being misleading with the pink tennis ball. One important detail, do the corners of the smile go above the eyes of below?

47 you say. What are you stuck in the 90's. The amount of GENDERS (not sexes) is infinite. I read an article in teen Vogue about a gender fluid born female individual. In the first paragraph the person was called, him, her, she, they and them (a he would have gotten the royal flush). And God help you if you misgender that brave and stunning individual.

Be Kind To One Another. If Only.

Let me be the first to "misgender" them.

The English language has exactly 3 third person singular pronouns---he, she, and it. If someone does not identify as a "he" or a "she" then they are an "it". Permanently. See how simple this is?

I've seen a pickle ball on a roof antenna, what does that mean ?

How many colors of loofah do they make? Asking for a friend.

Apparently, not enough :1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

I've got an old hockey puck. Wonder what they would get from that.

It means; “I couldn’t find my loofa this morning, so if you play pickle ball, that’ll do.” Also because of the holes in the ball, it’s easy to put on the antenna.

Very simple way to determine gender. Take your clothes off and stand in front of a mirror.

Write down the type of genitalia you see. Take it with you if you are prone to forget what you wrote and pull it our if necessary.

Still do not understand how a perspective supreme court justice could not figure this out.

Probably five minutes in the penalty box...

Good one! Then write "he", "she", or "it" right under that.

I think it is just one more example of "if it bleeds, it leads". Or, as Sir Winston Churchill once so famously said "a lie , he can get halfway around the world before the truth can get it's pants on".

Americans apparently have an inexhaustible appetite for the prurient and the sleazy. And if anyone makes a living from the printed or spoken word, he or she learns pretty quickly that stories (be they verbal, printed or spoken) about quilting sessions, trimming Crepe Myrtles or model train exhibitions die a pretty quick death. Villagers are probably no more likely--probably a whole lot more UNlikely--to catch a case of sabertoothed crotchcritters than just about any other discrete group in America that you could name, but when it the story is connected to TV, which after all is the largest retirement community on the entire planet with a geographical size bigger than the city of San Francisco and with the financial and other types of clout that it has--well, people are going to notice.