I always somehow knew it would come to this. This story about 9% of Americans having used the phone during sex tells me we’re losing our grip on what’s important (so to speak).
The story does not explain what, exactly, these people are doing with their phones at that juncture, but I don’t suspect it’s anything involved in the act. I think it’s to check the all-important feed.
No, Seanmahair, now only “hail Satan” is permissible.
And notice has also been given that “everyday” is still an adjective meaning “ordinary” or “commonplace,” while “every day” means daily. Still, less than 100 years ago “to-day” and “to-morrow” were hyphenated words.
Come to think of it, “smartphone” is one word while “cell phone” is two, so go figure.
I thought that was the 7 “Ring” of Hell. It certainly reminds me of it when I’m stuck in line at the store listening to some woman describe her deviant sexual encounters of the night before. The fact that she looks like someone a guy would gnaw their arm off to get away from only adds to the hellishness of the experience. Add to that being in line with a teenager and the hellishness meet critical mass.
I always somehow knew it would come to this. This story about 9% of Americans having used the phone during sex tells me we’re losing our grip on what’s important (so to speak).
The story does not explain what, exactly, these people are doing with their phones at that juncture, but I don’t suspect it’s anything involved in the act. I think it’s to check the all-important feed.
Can I get an Amen or is that no longer allowed.
No, Seanmahair, now only “hail Satan” is permissible.
And notice has also been given that “everyday” is still an adjective meaning “ordinary” or “commonplace,” while “every day” means daily. Still, less than 100 years ago “to-day” and “to-morrow” were hyphenated words.
Come to think of it, “smartphone” is one word while “cell phone” is two, so go figure.
Oh, nevermind (ahem).
@Les – “…now only “hail Satan” is permissible.”
And you can call him on your hell phone.
“Everybody in the 5th Circle of Hell got Hell phone. Keep ol’ Moloch in president, you know? He gave us a phone!”
I thought that was the 7 “Ring” of Hell. It certainly reminds me of it when I’m stuck in line at the store listening to some woman describe her deviant sexual encounters of the night before. The fact that she looks like someone a guy would gnaw their arm off to get away from only adds to the hellishness of the experience. Add to that being in line with a teenager and the hellishness meet critical mass.