Yes, my reaction to that was, "Run for your life!"

Yeah I read that and was like "RUN FORREST, RUN!"

God, you're boring.

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Here's the scientific explanation: A lot of extra heat is produced by the scrotum periodically smacking against the thighs; this heat is carried by blood vessels into the man's core in order to keep him warmer while hunting. Women should be warm enough already because of all the babies they have strapped to them.

don't even want to think about it will 0(zero)F this Wednesday

"Because men aren't afraid of the real temperature. Women want to pretend that it's 30 degrees when it's actually in the 50s."

Maybe the dog is named Russia and that's why Palin can see it from her house.

Palin is a self-aggrandizing narcissist without a shred of reflection or even the kind of cagey barometer for public opinion that many pols have. Please don't cut this woman any slack. Remember the many photos of her posing with wolves killed in Alaska's "shoot haphazardly from a helicopter at anything that moves"…

I totally, totally agree.

I understand the point countesslemongrab was making; I just disagree. Vehemently. You get no credit in my book for "loving" your children if you reject them so fundamentally and treat them so poorly. Love had to be something you do, otherwise what's the point?

That crystal dress is still probably the best thing anyone has ever worn.

Come on people, you shouldn't interrupt a funeral... the family deserves to be able to rape her identity in peace.

"Love" is a verb. You can have abstract feelings of warmth or fondness toward your children, but if you're not behaving in a loving way, you're not really loving them.

This is gonna be harsh... but screw it.

Some humanity and respect for their grief is called for.

They loved their son so much that they killed their daughter.

I looked up the church, it looks like your typical fundie church, aka hell on earth for a transgender teen. Ugh.

WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS SHIT OH NO OH FUCK NO FUCK THIS SHIT FUCK IT.

My marred chest, the end of my marriage: none of it was as bad as any of us had expected.