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QUOTE: Originally posted by dharmon Because men usually take off womens blouses, but they rip off our shirts. Actually....because women used to be dressed by someone else (maid, etc...)
QUOTE: Originally posted by dharmon Same reason prom dresses have velcro now.......
QUOTE: Originally posted by cherokee woman QUOTE: Originally posted by dharmon Because men usually take off womens blouses, but they rip off our shirts. Actually....because women used to be dressed by someone else (maid, etc...) Dan, you are correct. Ladies had maids who helped them dress, and buttoned their dresses for them. Have you been reading Victorian romances?!?!
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QUOTE: Originally posted by tatans Probably the same reason American zipper sliders are on the opposite side of Canadian zippers.
QUOTE: Originally posted by dharmon QUOTE: Originally posted by cherokee woman QUOTE: Originally posted by dharmon Because men usually take off womens blouses, but they rip off our shirts. Actually....because women used to be dressed by someone else (maid, etc...) Dan, you are correct. Ladies had maids who helped them dress, and buttoned their dresses for them. Have you been reading Victorian romances?!?! Yep......Victoria's Secret....[}:)]
QUOTE: Originally posted by farmer03 same reason we park on drive ways and drive on parkways..
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QUOTE: Originally posted by Brak710101 So what is victorias secret, what is she hiding from us?
QUOTE: Originally posted by CSSHEGEWISCH Probably for the same reason that hot dogs are packaged with ten in a pack but the buns are packaged eight per pack. Paul
QUOTE: Originally posted by dharmon It was raining in Los Angeles again as the Sunset Limited pulled out of the station. I sat in silence, as we started moving, watching the city roll by through a rain-streaked window. I took off my jacket, cracked the window and lit up a smoke. The compartment may have been a bit much just for me, but I need the space and quiet. It had been more than a year since Mexico, Kissmy Caboose, the hospital and all that, and I just needed to get away. I was headed to Miami, then on to Havana to meet my Canadian friend Kevin for some sun and cool rum drinks. I had just settled in with a novel, some light reading about the intimate apparel industry, when there was a knock at the door. It was the conductor. “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay, Mr. Cinderdick”, he said. “My name’s Chad, just let me know if you need anything. Dinner will begin serving at 6:00, unless you want to have something brought here.” I thanked him and he went on his way to the next compartment. I crushed out the cigarette, laid the book down and closed my eyes, then let the gentle rocking and steady rhythm of the rails ease me into semi consciousness. I thought about the last time I saw Kissmy, standing there next to the phone at the police station, looking helpless as they took her away…. I awoke to the sound of a man and woman having an argument next door. …
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