I’m waiting for the article saying we should love bald men too.

I’m 75. GIVE ME MY DAMN SOCIAL SECURITY AND ALL THE SENIOR DISCOUNTS!

1995 was 60 years ago? I’m 70 now? I CAN FINALLY LIVE THE DREAM:

Because she was HORRIBLY sized. A real 32F in the wild is nigh-uncommon. She was probably WAY bigger than an F cup and had sized up the band to accomodate it.

‘thinking of going home and calling mom to see if she wants to go out for lunch sometime? do it, but get someone else to drive you home first.’

AND THEN FORCING ME TO BLAME ALCOHOL FOR FINDING THEM ATTRACTIVE INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING UBER-MASCULINE SEXUAL IDEALS

BITCHES ALWAYS BE TRYNA CHAT, AMIRITE

I am totally identifying as 6ft 5” from now on.

I identify as CRAB PEOPLE.

Since I was 5 I’ve identified as the Batman. It doesn’t matter that I’m a 30 something black male. People should respect my identity and address me as Batman.

I am 5’5.5. Kit’s eyes are flush with mine although he is leaning slightly. I’d say 5’6 and not a half-inch taller. (P.S. He is a genuine and lovely fellow. Also, he smells really good.)

Ded.

Meh the South couldn’t get too worked up over it. It was all in subtitles and us Southerners are either too ignorant to read all that shit or confused why Jesus wasn’t speaking American like he’s supposed to.

Passion of the Christ, which we can all agree was basically a torture snuff film, brought the craziest people out of the woodwork. According to a friend who worked at the local theater at the time, more than half the staff just straight up quit over the abuse they got from people so ignorant and belligerent. This…

I smile, because it’s important to be kind to all God’s creatures, and say, “That’s skim milk, Sir. That’s good milk.”

OMG I HAVE THAT SHOWER CURTAIN

I wish that, too, and do not know! I've been looking at the sub-blogs and there is so ESO-FUCKING-TERIC stuff with it's own blog (well, maybe just to me. I cannae speak for all!)

When I was trying to recover from him, a friend sent me this poem.

Try jo@samaritans.org

If we hadn't married, I would have mourned those letters. As it is, I am treated daily to his whackadoo charm and verve. I still have secret hopes of finding a way to unlock the damned discs and print them out for an anniversary present some year or another.