Strange gratitude. I'm still working on that one. Strange gratitude?

I must know what my assumptions with regard to lunch are! I have many, which ones are annoying?

This list manages to contradict itself and be redundant.

Actually, fuck you in your hazy opium den. As another poster said, if you think that shrooms are only for sloppy, drunk frat kids then you didn't do them right. I've done them in several different kinds of contexts, but the best was with Zapotec shamans on a mountain 9,000 ft high surrounded by clouds. I saw a cloud…

Vodka tampons seem like the worst possible idea. That's the part of my body that makes the worst decisions while drunk; I don't want to be an enabler.

Not only is it lots of sugar, but it's no fat. Babies need fat. Feeding him sugar water seems like a much worse choice than showing the parents how much formula to feed him from now on.

I discovered that Tumblr has a tag called "hiddlesbatch". It's a real thing that exists. I've fallen down the rabbit hole. Is this real life?

Well, that's a horrifying visual.

There's nothing quite like someone who says they work in mental health and have had patients suicide telling you that you should kill yourself, huh? As someone who has lost people to suicide, including one who hanged himself, I'm really sorry TheAdlerian said that to you. You don't deserve that kind of aggression.

Pot is going all the way to #1 for the only reasons that matter: Alcohol now gives me a tummy ache and costs more per serving than pot.

The "who watches your kids" is less a judgey question to me and more a practical one. Not everyone can afford a gym membership to a place with a day care and as someone who once kicked my own child in the head while trying to do a DVD in my living room, yeah, who watches the damn kids and where do I get one?

Naturally skinny person here. Some of us are naturally skinny. Therefore I would never write a book or blog or anything on "How to stay fit" or write something to the effect of "I am thin, why aren't you?". It's like a person born wealthy writing a book on "How to Succeed in life". This woman is an asshole and…

Trust Italians to do it right. Hate, hate and really hate all the English ones, especially minge and gash.

Me too! For years I've thought It was just me. And ditto for the post-40 change; after I had my baby days 2 and 3 have become a nightmare. I always think of that scene from The Shining when the elevator doors open and all the blood comes gushing out...glad I'm not alone at least.

I wouldn't worry about it. I don't really understand this whole thing where we are supposed to decide people are hipsters and dickheads for wearing clothes and accessories that they like. I think people should just wear what appeals to them, monocles, capes, fedoras, wigs, whatever.

How ironocle.

So it's basically the old 'I want to wear a monocle but I don't want to be the sort of person who wears a monocle' dilemma.