Three lefts may do so, but two wrongs don't exactly make a right. =\

Happy Joe's! My Iowa relations swear by that place. It's been forever since I've been to one (or had their pizza at all, for that matter). San Diego took forever to start getting Sonics, and now when my boyfriend comes to visit we often get ice cream at the one that's near where he stays.

I watched that in fifth grade! I thought I was the only one.

Wow....

Well, I *was* planning to sleep tonight. So much for that idea. O.O

Go home, handsy lady. You are drunk. O.o

Yeah, I don't see what's so amazing and groundbreaking about her. Yes, she's a beautiful woman. No, we don't need to hear about every itty-bitty detail of her day.

This one's my favorite version.

Mice are the bane of my driving experience. I remember once I was driving to work in my old Escort ZX-2, and my 'Check Engine' light came on. I went to our family's mechanic, told him about the light, and asked if he could take a look. Turned out mice had chewed almost totally through my ignition cables without me…

Dafuq? Wow, that is terrible.

I'm reading and processing what's going on (hence my lack of commenting). I feel like this is one of those places where observing and learning takes precedence over speaking for me. I wish I knew how to say I support everyone speaking out against this without sounding patronizing or worse.

When I was learning to shoot, I was particularly interested in handling the .357, since that's the one I've seen the most of in media. Not only is that sucker heavy, but I could tell when firing it that it packed a lot of power. So I concur with you.

What the hell kinda holster is that if a gun just falls out of it? Can I *hope* that it's generally a good holster that was damaged or came undone and allowed the gun to slide out? Otherwise...ugh.

The second-hand embarrassment I feel for that guy is massive. Holy cow.

*le gasp*

It wouldn't surprise me. Back when I was dating a JW in high school, I had gotten into a fight with my parents over a stupid thing I did. (TL;DR, the club I was part of was having an evening meeting at the faculty advisor's house. I didn't tell my parents I would be going until I was at the house for the meeting,…

I'll join you. Save me a seat at the table.

Thank you! I couldn't remember what the acid was called, and I didn't think to Google it at the time. :)