DubiousMcCynic
DubiousMcCynic
DubiousMcCynic

Someone's jelly.

This is a story of a man, who was a firm believer of god.

Yeah, and you're not spreading any of it yourself.

Just so you know, there are plenty of people who believe in God and who also believe in the power of medicine/science. They're not mutually exclusive.

For what it's worth, many people believe in God AND take their children to doctors.

I think she deserves the last word.

Does this mean that after getting up and over my ass, the denim will come back to meet my waist? I could be on board with this.

Holy crap on a cracker, this is the biggest "missing the point completely" that I have seen in ages.

Yes! Like gerbils sucking on a water bottle.

I get that we aren't all Heidi Klum/Lupita N'yongo (I personally was blessed with facial hemangioma so I got my own cross to bear), but I really think most woman are lovely or have something lovely about them. Maybe I'm an old lady sap, but I bet if I ran into you in a coffee shop I'd smile and think something nice.

The older I get, the more I think most young women are lovely. We are pretty hard on ourselves, but I really think most of us enjoy a degree of symmetry and one or two attractive features. I'm always blown away when "regular" looking Jezzies put up pictures of themselves.

Stuff like this is why if I have children, I plan to raise them in the past.

Dude, whatever! High-waisted jeans are great!

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THOSE GIRLS ARE RECEIVING IV FLUIDS VIA GODDAMN 21 GAUGE BUTTERFLY NEEDLE THAT IS STILL IN THEIR SKIN.

I said it over on Groupthink, and I'll say it here: I want Bruno Mars to do a show with Janelle Monae because the dancing alone would be incredible.

His little shitstache is just so, so gross. If you can't grow it, don't.

Pretty sure the last thing you need to be doing if you want to look like you are growing up is to have pics taken that look like you are breast feeding with a friend.

There used to be a lady's book in our city's science museum that had small locks of hair that were intricately woven and braided and then adhered to each page above a signature. I never forgot it and looked for it every time that I went because it was so strange and beautiful and creepy all at once. Regrettably it's

I often joke that I leave a piece of myself in everything I knit and crochet since inevitably some of my hair gets woven in. This takes that to a whole new level. Wow. But, hair is hair whether from sheep, rabbit, or person so I guess why not!

Do you know the difference between a surgeon and God?