There is a lawyer here in town with the last name of Krasle... he has two daughters, named Jasmine (bad enough) and Dazzle. Porn star names, those are.

Clearly, they weren't aware of this classic film (oh so NSFW).

HOLY SHIT!!

Monty rules this board, bitches.

I cannot take all the credit for it, dOOdz -- but, thank you.

As it were, a friend thru high-school devised the character, seldom explored, of "the banal rapist". Around the same time he was loping about the library, passing out lengths of dental floss (his junior year, my sophomore; it was probably around March, and after he had gone to the dentist for the first time in three years (he had six (?) cavities, but got complimentary floss from the visit too)), he mosied over to various of his friends and while stroking his chin and wearing a Navy-issue frock-coat, he intoned, "Ok. Take off your clothes. I'm going to rape you." (Imagine this said in a voice akin Stephen Wright's.)

It was very comic.

Now, of course, the kid -- well, man, I suppose -- would probably disavow the characiture and ridicule me for chuckling over it still. As, that is, he is a guitar player in a sonic youth cover band, and has foregone his conservative Republican roots for the tres tres tres, tres tres, tres tres tres fashionable anti-corporatist, pro-grifting (but not in a Robin Hood style; no, for personal gain), WTO-smashing, ALF/ELF-favoring youth culture.

But, last I knew -- and this was five years ago, so very well things have changed; then again, maybe he's in an open cohabitation/marriage to her -- he was in the process of woo/dating a slightly-chubby, but never frumpy, stylish, trip-hopping, emo-rocking, Sartes-reading bisexual gal. So, maybe radical nihilism is worth something.

Yes?