A good idea or not?
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Men must prove a woman said 'Yes' under tough new rape rules[^] How are men supposed to do this, record the woman? Get her to sign a disclaimer? And how about men? Do they have the same rights under the law and if not why not?
Eventually, you will have to file for a permit to have relations with a woman and body cams will have to be worn at all times; which could make for some interesting/disgusting entertainment.
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Men must prove a woman said 'Yes' under tough new rape rules[^] How are men supposed to do this, record the woman? Get her to sign a disclaimer? And how about men? Do they have the same rights under the law and if not why not?
That's why I videotape everything. It either A) proves consent, or B) makes me enough money on the internet to pay court costs, etc.
We won't sit down. We won't shut up. We won't go quietly away. YouTube and My Mu[sic], Films and Windows Programs, etc.
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Eventually, you will have to file for a permit to have relations with a woman and body cams will have to be worn at all times; which could make for some interesting/disgusting entertainment.
Slacker007 wrote:
you will have to file for a permit to have relations with a woman
I've been married a long time. I already have to do that.
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Slacker007 wrote:
you will have to file for a permit to have relations with a woman
I've been married a long time. I already have to do that.
:-D
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Men must prove a woman said 'Yes' under tough new rape rules[^] How are men supposed to do this, record the woman? Get her to sign a disclaimer? And how about men? Do they have the same rights under the law and if not why not?
That may work for now, but soon there should be a law saying that women can retroactively withdraw their consent at any moment. The worst part is I'm not even making this shit[^] up. Actually let's just ban intercourse altogether, because it's always rape[^].
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That may work for now, but soon there should be a law saying that women can retroactively withdraw their consent at any moment. The worst part is I'm not even making this shit[^] up. Actually let's just ban intercourse altogether, because it's always rape[^].
Yeah, its all getting a bit fucked up isn't it.
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That's why I videotape everything. It either A) proves consent, or B) makes me enough money on the internet to pay court costs, etc.
We won't sit down. We won't shut up. We won't go quietly away. YouTube and My Mu[sic], Films and Windows Programs, etc.
Ah, that's you is it I saw on pornhub.com? :)
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Not really - from what I heard on BBC Breakfast this morning, it's less about "prove she said yes" and more about "prove you didn't deliberately get her so drunk she wasn't rational enough to decide at all". If you spend the evening getting her paralytic, then I would say it's much the same as giving her Rohypnol.
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Not really - from what I heard on BBC Breakfast this morning, it's less about "prove she said yes" and more about "prove you didn't deliberately get her so drunk she wasn't rational enough to decide at all". If you spend the evening getting her paralytic, then I would say it's much the same as giving her Rohypnol.
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Yeah, its all getting a bit fucked up isn't it.
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Not really - from what I heard on BBC Breakfast this morning, it's less about "prove she said yes" and more about "prove you didn't deliberately get her so drunk she wasn't rational enough to decide at all". If you spend the evening getting her paralytic, then I would say it's much the same as giving her Rohypnol.
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Don't be daft, they don't throw up from roofers!
veni bibi saltavi
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Don't be daft, they don't throw up from roofers!
veni bibi saltavi
Do you mean "roofies"? Mind you, all the roofers I've seen would make most people throw up if they woke up next to them... :~
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Not really - from what I heard on BBC Breakfast this morning, it's less about "prove she said yes" and more about "prove you didn't deliberately get her so drunk she wasn't rational enough to decide at all". If you spend the evening getting her paralytic, then I would say it's much the same as giving her Rohypnol.
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I read and article on the night life of Cardiff a few years back... So I just wondered if the breweries are going to have opinions on that? This would make a serious cut in their profits.
Wrong is evil and must be defeated. - Jeff Ello
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Do you mean "roofies"? Mind you, all the roofers I've seen would make most people throw up if they woke up next to them... :~
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My great-grandfather was a roofer and tiler. Unfortunately he was also a drunk. :doh:
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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My great-grandfather was a roofer and tiler. Unfortunately he was also a drunk. :doh:
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Not a good combination... :sigh:
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Not a good combination... :sigh:
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... as a result he ended his days in Fulham Infirmary. Not the only contention in his life, he was French (from Paris), hence my surname, and married to a nagging Scot. There's no way this was going to end well:
- The Auld Alliance embodied in a marriage, living in London
- A nagging Scot versus a free-spirited Frenchman
- Was she a nag because of his drinking or because she was a Scot?
- Was he drinking because of her nagging or because he was French?
- Was he a drunk and she miserable because they lived in Fulham?
Anyway, a lunchtime pub session and an afternoon roofing session was his inevitable undoing.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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... as a result he ended his days in Fulham Infirmary. Not the only contention in his life, he was French (from Paris), hence my surname, and married to a nagging Scot. There's no way this was going to end well:
- The Auld Alliance embodied in a marriage, living in London
- A nagging Scot versus a free-spirited Frenchman
- Was she a nag because of his drinking or because she was a Scot?
- Was he drinking because of her nagging or because he was French?
- Was he a drunk and she miserable because they lived in Fulham?
Anyway, a lunchtime pub session and an afternoon roofing session was his inevitable undoing.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Having been there, I'm betting on the last one. And it must have been even worse around 100 years ago.
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Having been there, I'm betting on the last one. And it must have been even worse around 100 years ago.
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Having been born in 'ammersmiff and dragged up in Fulham, I know what you mean (although Hammersmith does have nice river walks and Fuller's pubs! Talking of pubs, I used to haunt the Greyhound in Fulham when I was in my late teens. Some nights you might have been on shandies and still came out stoned! :)
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
