November 30, 2006
— Ace "Bulging trousers:"
The first-time author won for descriptions like this one, contained in Twentysomething: "everything is pure white as we're lost in a commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles."
He's obviously never had sex. He completely misses the awkwardness, embarrassment, nauseau, chagrin, etc., so central to the sexual act.
Hollingshead, the underdog, clinched the title with his description "bulging trousers," judges told the Associated Press."Now in its 14th year, the Bad Sex award was won last year by Giles Coren for an unpunctuated 138-word description of coitus, followed by the two-word sentence, 'Like Zorro,'" according to the Guardian.
Like Zorro? That's freakin' good. How do they call that bad sex writing?
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Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 30, 2006 02:16 PM (QTv8u)
Posted by: Jim Webb at November 30, 2006 02:16 PM (CTqCo)
Ok, it was 79 degrees yesterday, and it is now 30 degrees.
My nose is as cold as my cat's.
FYI
Posted by: Stormy70 at November 30, 2006 02:16 PM (7WJsV)
Yesterday I was ready to go swimming, today, I have soak my scrote in hot water, just to get my testicles to decend again.
Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 30, 2006 02:17 PM (QTv8u)
Posted by: lindsey lohan at November 30, 2006 02:17 PM (X98gI)
Posted by: Two wild and crazy guys! at November 30, 2006 02:23 PM (h2HXW)
Really, get back to the story authors.
Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 30, 2006 02:27 PM (QTv8u)
Amarillo, though is where I grew up so I shjould be used to it by now.
Posted by: Stormy70 at November 30, 2006 02:28 PM (7WJsV)
Posted by: Stormy70 at November 30, 2006 02:29 PM (7WJsV)
Stormy's in South Texas, I believe. It's colder than a well-digger's ass down here today. 38 degrees, in fact, as I was leaving a Houston restaurant after lunch.
Brrr.
Oh, and WP beat me (and everyone else) to the most obvious comment of all. Of course Ace sees no problem with "Like Zorro", just as none of his regulars would.
Posted by: Patton at November 30, 2006 02:29 PM (ItE79)
Posted by: Patton at November 30, 2006 02:30 PM (ItE79)
Shit. That was my line. Now all the ladies are going to think I've been copying from some lousy writer.
I need a new line.
Usually when faced with a problem like this I ask what would Ace do
(WWAD)? But in this case I don't think 'apologize profusely, sob
gently and compliment her on how woman like she is for a Latin Tranny,'
is going to do the trick.
Posted by: Drew at November 30, 2006 02:31 PM (gNyUT)
Posted by: hobgoblin at November 30, 2006 02:39 PM (p1s9n)
Boinking while Beaming Up - it's every Trekker's fantasy
Posted by: BumperStickerist at November 30, 2006 02:39 PM (dTi2n)
Please tell us "awkwardness, embarrassment, nauseau, chagrin, etc" (sic) was a joke.
I'd hate to be the first to break the news to you that finding sex with a woman awkward, embarassing, and nauseating pretty much means that you are gay.
Posted by: seattle slough at November 30, 2006 02:42 PM (H5l9d)
Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 30, 2006 02:44 PM (QTv8u)
Posted by: Zorro at November 30, 2006 02:45 PM (yHvEo)
Posted by: richj at November 30, 2006 02:51 PM (Qrjpn)
"'Uhhhhhmmuhhhhghhhgrummmmphhf!' said Susan"
Posted by: Kausper Hauser at November 30, 2006 02:51 PM (KeOQp)
Posted by: Sinistar at November 30, 2006 02:52 PM (5bI3V)
Posted by: Screech at November 30, 2006 02:53 PM (KeOQp)
Posted by: Sinistar at November 30, 2006 02:53 PM (5bI3V)
He laughed and giggled and made sticky-wet.
Jerzy Kozinski - "Being There"
Don't we all .... don't.we.all.
Posted by: BumperStickerist at November 30, 2006 02:58 PM (dTi2n)
Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 30, 2006 02:58 PM (QTv8u)
Posted by: morning wood at November 30, 2006 03:00 PM (+aNmG)
Posted by: FedEx at November 30, 2006 03:03 PM (ZCbq9)
Posted by: S. Weasel at November 30, 2006 03:10 PM (MecJo)
Wussies.
We're supposed to drop into the low teens tonight in St. Louis. And we're WARM compared to some of the northern states during winter.
38 . . . sheesh.
Posted by: Hal at November 30, 2006 03:30 PM (XRFpM)
Posted by: at November 30, 2006 03:35 PM (lUqSN)
Posted by: Stacey Dallas at November 30, 2006 03:36 PM (BPwgd)
Posted by: Jim Webb at November 30, 2006 03:38 PM (2+/7m)
Posted by: genghis at November 30, 2006 03:42 PM (0/c+a)
I also found the '04 and '05 shortlists. The latter has the "Like Zorro" passage in question. First time I read that, I declared "Like Zorro" to be the two greatest words ever written.
The Updike passage is good too. I still laugh when I remember Ace riffing off the woman's legs forming an "M of Receptivity" - he said something along the lines of that reminding him of phone sex with Grover, "that dirty blue bastard."
Posted by: Mrs. Peel at November 30, 2006 04:04 PM (/+s2i)
It got up to 35 today, hasn't been above freezing for 5 days. When I went to work
this morning it was 27, after mornings at 12, 15, and 9, I was sweating.
38 degrees....sad, so very sad.
Posted by: A. Weasel at November 30, 2006 04:04 PM (UBhIx)
also, it is hellacold here today, and tomorrow night, instead of staying inside like any civilized person, I have to go to a stinkin' football game with my boyfriend. (His school, not mine; my school's bowl game is in sunny California.)
Posted by: Mrs. Peel at November 30, 2006 04:10 PM (/+s2i)
Posted by Mrs. Peel
Does Mr. Peel know about this?
Schwing!
Posted by: Rosetta at November 30, 2006 04:21 PM (CTqCo)
Posted by: Master of None at November 30, 2006 04:30 PM (F2SxB)
Posted by: Master of None at November 30, 2006 04:33 PM (F2SxB)
Posted by: Mrs. Peel at November 30, 2006 04:34 PM (/+s2i)
No... that's when you fuck the light socket. Or so I've been told...
Posted by: richard mcenroe at November 30, 2006 04:34 PM (w+ipT)
Posted by: Rosetta at November 30, 2006 04:36 PM (CTqCo)
I seldom get past the grunts.
Posted by: Master of None at November 30, 2006 04:37 PM (F2SxB)
"So?" she said.
"Um." he said.
"Whatchu want, pal?"
"Um."
"I ain't got all day."
He then whipped it out, squirted on her boobs and handed over the $30. Soon thereafter, he retired to the bathroom floor where he vomitted and curled up on a towel. Pure ecstasy, he thought as he slipped into unconsciousness. It's everything the guys at D&D had talked about.
Posted by: Feisty at November 30, 2006 04:38 PM (2Oi8H)
Posted by: Master of None at November 30, 2006 04:39 PM (F2SxB)
Posted by: Master of None at November 30, 2006 04:43 PM (F2SxB)
Saying "Uma played Mrs. Peel" is like saying "[What's-her-name from Pirates of the Caribbean] played Elizabeth Bennet."
Posted by: Mrs. Peel at November 30, 2006 04:43 PM (/+s2i)
Posted by: Master of None at November 30, 2006 04:45 PM (F2SxB)
Posted by: Master of None at November 30, 2006 04:48 PM (F2SxB)
squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little
particles."
Mom?
Posted by: wiserbud at November 30, 2006 04:58 PM (2+/7m)
Posted by: wisermom at November 30, 2006 05:19 PM (0/c+a)
Posted by: spurwing plover at November 30, 2006 05:51 PM (TPwuq)
OH DEAR GOD! It all makes so much sense to me now.
Uncle Timmy? How could you?
Posted by: wiserbud at November 30, 2006 06:05 PM (2+/7m)
Splinto was worried.
The last time a woman shacked up he broke her. Not a break sex wise, but a broken spirit. He almost felt bad about making her paint a dragon action figure for D&D. Not as bad as the time he punched her in the face while they were fucking, but still kind of bad.
Why should anyone judge him, she asked for it. Not refusing to cook or clean asking for it, but actually asking to be smacked around during the process...
I haven't heard anyother details, but this is how Peel and Pinto split up. I'm serious, it happened.
Posted by: mike at November 30, 2006 10:40 PM (CDn52)
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay
Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
Leaving my spray
Sex farm woman, I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman, I'll rake and hoe you down
Sex farm woman, don't you see my silo rising high?
Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering you livestock
They know what I need
Working up a hot sweat
Crouching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed
Sex farm woman, I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman, I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman, don't you hear my tractor rumbling by?
Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay
Posted by: at December 01, 2006 09:09 AM (Gi7oA)
Coren for an unpunctuated 138-word description of coitus, followed by
the two-word sentence, 'Like Zorro,'" according to the Guardian.
Yeah, but Giles meant his to be bad. This year's guy -- not so much. If you don't know, Giles is the food critic/journo who's a regular on Gordon Ramsay's "F Word." That dude's hilarious -- he needs his own show. Like Zorro.
Posted by: BenderBendingRodriguez at December 01, 2006 01:03 PM (YPKMw)
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