Alcohol

Well, now, this being the AH, if it's not pinned down that the discussion has gotten away from the question of what can be submitted here, there will be writers who think we're still talking about what Laurel will accept here and, yes, that wheel will just keep on spinning--and will create other spinning wheels too.

Wheels only spin when they're spun. I've already said what I thought:

I believe that question has been satisfactorily answered, no further admonishment necessary.

You?
 
Well, now, this being the AH, if it's not pinned down that the discussion has gotten away from the question of what can be submitted here, there will be writers who think we're still talking about what Laurel will accept here and, yes, that wheel will just keep on spinning--and will create other spinning wheels too.

That's how threads propagate, and it isn't a bad thing. It generates conversation.
 
Must I repeat? LIT runs on Laurel's rules, not on local legalities, which are often violated in fiction and nonfiction. Write and submit; if Laurel rejects you, rewrite and try again. Only screw talking animals and adult demons.
 
21?

That would explain why the major demographic Friday and Saturday evenings in downtown Windsor, Ontario consists of drunk 19-year-olds from Detroit...

:D
 
21?

That would explain why the major demographic Friday and Saturday evenings in downtown Windsor, Ontario consists of drunk 19-year-olds from Detroit...

:D
Back in the day (USA Prohibition) my gramp and gram near Detroit were motorcycle demons but also had a Model T coupe in which they smuggled booze stateside from Windsor, jugs hidden under gram's wide skirts. I guess if they'd been younger and not regularly employed, they'd have been drunken laggards on Canadian streets too.
 
21?

That would explain why the major demographic Friday and Saturday evenings in downtown Windsor, Ontario consists of drunk 19-year-olds from Detroit...

:D
Those border guards, they'll let anyone through! Canada needs a wall... wait, what am I thinking? ;)
 
Reminds me of the era when Virginia was a dry state and Washington, D.C., wasn't anything close to dry. Eagle Liquors was just across Key Bridge (on M Street, next to the Cellar Door club where I sometimes sang). Friday afternoon was gauntlet time on Key Bridge, with the cops staked out with eyes trained on Eagle Liquors and Virginia drivers weaving through Washington traffic after stocking up at Eagle's, trying to lose the police trail before they got further down river to the 14th Street bridge to cross into Virginia again without being caught with their weekend treasure trove. People weren't arrested, but their liquor was confiscated. Everyone assumed the Washington police then had well-stocked parties of their own on Saturday night.
 
Wow! :) I suspected it was Ok. I just thought maybe depicting young people drinking is discouraged since so many young people get into trouble with it. I am perhaps too cautious and specific, but that comes with my line of work.

-EvH
 
Reminds me of the era when Virginia was a dry state and Washington, D.C., wasn't anything close to dry. Eagle Liquors was just across Key Bridge (on M Street, next to the Cellar Door club where I sometimes sang). Friday afternoon was gauntlet time on Key Bridge, with the cops staked out with eyes trained on Eagle Liquors and Virginia drivers weaving through Washington traffic after stocking up at Eagle's, trying to lose the police trail before they got further down river to the 14th Street bridge to cross into Virginia again without being caught with their weekend treasure trove. People weren't arrested, but their liquor was confiscated. Everyone assumed the Washington police then had well-stocked parties of their own on Saturday night.

I used to play for the people. Including in D.C. I followed a guy named "Raccoon" there, in NW. Not my best effort, I banged the instrument a little hard. Nobody ever took my alcohol, though, gb, though I have (temporarily) taken others'(?).

Wait, weren't you the guy who said:

This thread, which was about submitting a story to Literotica, has drifted off into legalities that nothing to do with submitting a story to Literotica. Fine if you all want to spin that wheel, but keep in mind that it doesn't have anything to do with getting a story posted to Literotica.
 
Reminds me of the era when Virginia was a dry state and Washington, D.C., wasn't anything close to dry. Eagle Liquors was just across Key Bridge (on M Street, next to the Cellar Door club where I sometimes sang). Friday afternoon was gauntlet time on Key Bridge, with the cops staked out with eyes trained on Eagle Liquors and Virginia drivers weaving through Washington traffic after stocking up at Eagle's, trying to lose the police trail before they got further down river to the 14th Street bridge to cross into Virginia again without being caught with their weekend treasure trove. People weren't arrested, but their liquor was confiscated. Everyone assumed the Washington police then had well-stocked parties of their own on Saturday night.

One of the entertainments of our US road trip a few years back was trying to figure out state laws from the shops we saw at interstate borders. "Well, guess THIS state isn't so easy-going about fireworks..."
 
I used to play for the people. Including in D.C. I followed a guy named "Raccoon" there, in NW. Not my best effort, I banged the instrument a little hard. Nobody ever took my alcohol, though, gb, though I have (temporarily) taken others'(?).

Wait, weren't you the guy who said:

Yes, I posted that. But I wasn't saying threads shouldn't go off central topic. They're going to do that. I was saying they shouldn't be woven to confuse folks asking what can be submitted here and what can't. Discussions that go off into discussing legality of acts can easily be confused with posting limitations to Literotica (they are all of the time here--ad nauseam). I don't see that trying to outsmart D.C. cops to get your weekend cheaper and more accessible bourbon stock can be confused with posting rules at Literotica.

In the sixties and early seventies, the Cellar Door in Georgetown was D.C.'s premier folk singer club. I sang backup there from time to time for the likes of Ian and Sylvia and Sonny and Cher.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cellar_Door
 
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