This is the conclusion that I drew. Sansa shoved them and they're sitting up afterwards.

I adore "The Best is Yet to Come." I'm also very fond of Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time's "Time Only Knows."

I'm happier in my 30s (mind you, only 31) than I was at any other earlier point in my life. I feel happiest with my body, I've embraced my femininity, I'm healthier, and I'm pursuing a career in an industry that I love rather than kowtowing to my family's expectations.

It's just a sexual preference, one that can be shared by men and women.

I'll admit, I dislike ice in my soda, too. I'm also prone to drinking room temperature soda.

This was my thought.

"I want you to draw me like one of your French girls."

Not to my knowledge. To be fair, I've yet to undertake a test utilizing a Voight-Kampff device.

Seconded!

Within the United States, they are generally considered wild animals and you cannot have one as a pet. Some states allow you to have one, but you need to get a license.

Lindsay Fünke: Mother, not all homosexuals are flamboyant and, oh my God, I have the exact same blouse!

Oh, that is unfortunate!

Pigs can be brilliant swimmers.

Most states don't allow men the same flexibility as women when changing their surnames after marriage. The only ones that do are California, Georgia, Hawaii, Iowa, Louisiana, Massachusetts, New York, North Dakota, and Oregon. All the others expect men to submit the additional paperwork and pay the hefty fees normally…

I've heard it described as the equivalent of saying "Cheese" before photographs: it indicates the the people whose pictures are being taken are ready. It doesn't have any cultural significance, though it's definitely very prevalent.

I just wanted to thank you for your comment. I initially thought that she was referencing some strange person named La rather than the city of L.A. I just shrugged and assumed that it was someone of whom I had never heard — a reasonable conclusion given the my lack of knowledge of popular culture.

Only tangentially related to the topic at hand but, when I was a teenager, my middle brother and I were sent to Germany to visit our grandmother. Aside from the rare opportunity of experiencing life in another country before completing grade school, the trip was a hellacious Charlie Foxtrot mostly due to our…

I've been with my boyfriend for over five years and he only knows how my father looks — and only then because my father was in town for a business trip. He most likely doesn't know what my mother, three brothers, and extended family looks like.

Hear, hear!

I'd probably avoid any business that used hugging or any other kind of physical contact (aside from industries where this is required, such as massage therapy and the like) as a marketing strategy or a core portion of the service.