But if I have to pull myself up over a wall to save my life, I can use my legs as well. I'm not just hanging off the side of the wall with my legs bent, am I?

My first thought was, "The Prancercise lady had a baby?"

Naythyn? No. For God fucking sake, NO.

And the 3rd-party fabricated pop war between Bey and Miley begins. It's going to be hard when one side refuses to play.

Hell, the two earth women scientists don't even talk about a man until they literally hit one with their van.

The suit weighs about 13 lbs., but when donning it, a person can feel a decrease in mobility and have trouble breathing. It's sure to be eye-opening for health care workers who might not even realize that seemingly simple things — lying flat, getting comfortable in a chair, having blood pressure taken — can become…

I heard they've known each other much longer, as they have mutual friends. They only decided to start dating six months ago.

I'm disappointed in Dr. Ruth. Because why not both?

It never enters my mind. I'm more worried about my untoned butt. Just don't look at my butt.

You think that's bad? I don't even know how "doge" is pronounced.

"Stepping out with her baby bump and hubby"

Oh, good call.

I would like to add "preggers" to that list.

Because she's just like us!

If married people can date while separated, why can't unmarried people date while separated? They each decided to take a break from their relationship. Are we to assume that in the time they were no longer exclusive she didn't also have sex with someone? Are we only to assume that because she didn't get pregnant?

I remember 15-year-old me. I would have made a terrible 15-year-old bride. I couldn't climb a flight of stairs without arguing about it and rolling my eyes and I ate out of a microwave because I had things to do.

I've enjoyed it as well. Granted, the characters are all stereotyped and I grew a bit weary of Angsty Prophecy Teenager, but overall it held my interest.

Only eighteen grand? Let me dip into my magic piggy bank. :'(

Coincidentally, the female protagonist in the book I'm working on is Rage Thunderfist.

I just stuffed myself to the brim with chicken and broccoli. Why do I do this to myself? Just because it's delicious doesn't mean I have to eat ALL of it. For Christ sake, I'm 43 and have yet to learn portion control.