Does Science Finally Have an Explanation

…for Teddy Kennedy’s outrageous public comments?

Sex helps calm nerves before public speaking
Full sexual intercourse offers the best results, psychologist says

For obvious reasons, I choose not to dwell on the matter.

12 Responses to “Does Science Finally Have an Explanation”

  1. Mr. Bingley says:

    Well, Clinton was noted for his eloquence.

  2. John says:

    “I choose not to dwell on the matter.”
    C’mon, THS, you mean to tell me you don’t lust after Teddy? That you don’t want to see him in a “Nude Senators” calendar? I thought all you Boomers went gaga over the Kennedy myth. 😉

  3. John says:

    I’m going to get banned, aren’t I?

  4. WunderKraut says:

    So only “Full sexual intercourse” does the trick?

  5. Mr. Bingley says:

    Her silence should be frightening you, John.

  6. The_Real_JeffS says:

    ell, Clinton was noted for his eloquence.
    I dunno, Cullen, I thought he always got a “Monica”. That’s hardly full sexual intercourse.

  7. Cindermutha says:

    “Sexual intercourse” and “Ted Kennedy” mentioned on the same page left me with a visual that should keep me on my diet for, oh, at least a month.

  8. I should think the “Ted Kennedy” alone would do that. (The ‘sex’ addition sends me screaming and tearing at my hair into the street, like some Middle-Eastern harpy.)
    Do you need a lovely Teddy close-up for your fridge? You know, to keep you OUT of it?

  9. The_Real_JeffS says:

    Here’s one for ya! I know that it killed MY lunch…..

  10. John says:

    Jeff S.: I am soooo tempted to comment, but I fear I’m already on this ice, here.

  11. DAMN! That’s awful first thing in the morning!
    If you link to one more disgusting picture, I’m siccing the Scottie on you!
    ::heh heh::
    Oh yeah, John. You’re fine. Everyone’s free to speak their mind here.
    ::heh heh::
    Or make witty little asnides…Or issue snarky little challenges, even though I refrain from such pettiness.
    ::heh heh:: Yeah, funny. ths and Ted.
    But don’t let that inhibit your typing pleasure, Mr. tuna testicle festival man.
    Teflon, baby. I’m teflon.

  12. John says:

    Hey, I didn’t eat them, my wife did. I’m smart enough to know that when the guy next to me asks the waitress something I can’t understand in Japanese, and after her reply says “Honto? Sakana no?” I DON’T EAT THE DAMN THING THAT THE NATIVE CAN’T IDENTIFY. But what does my wife know, she eats candied jellyfish. And rotted bean curd.

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