"Plain and simple: Mean people need Jesus,"

I am a man and you can pry my cat off of my cold dead belly, where he likes to sleep.

There is a website. http://warholize.me/

"A little thing that can turn into anything at anytime."

Dude here, men are just as needy they just manifest it through anger or aggression rather than talking. Usually.

Paul Walker seemed like such a genuinely nice person. I knew nothing about him until he died (not a fan of the FAF movies) and it's probably because he wasn't really one of those actors that sold himself as a professional celebrity. I really respect him for that. He did a lot for charities.

What is it with men and whining about rejection? Do they honestly feel they are entitled to fuck anyone they want to? I've been rejected by plenty of men, you know who I don't hate as a group? MEN.

When I told my partner chances were we could not have kids without help, and I'd decided I did not want to go down that path, I was crying when I said it. I was disappointed and frustrated. He hugged me and said, "Let's get married." I was too upset to answer and said I needed to think about it.

How about the fact that a person's health, actual or perceived (and no, statistical analysis does not make you an individual fat person's doctor), has zero bearing on whether or not it's okay to be a dick to them?

Lots of perfectly nice people have awful children. Having kids is like a box of chocolates, you never know if they'll end up being a douche.

Wow, after 20 years! But mutual breakup is definitely the way to go. And family support is important.

That sounds so painfully, starkly mature. I mean, mutual breakups are always the absolute best of a bad situation, but things must have been really hard to be that final. No wonder so many people are disenfranchised about holidays, this thread has opened up some brutal tales!

The [TM] like the one here usually means the graphic designer didn't understand this indicates a trademark logo should be placed here.

OK that does it. I have been considering adopting a dog for over a year, but since we only have space for a small dog, I have been wavering. I did not realize that there were so many little fellas in need of a home! Welcome to NYC, little dogs! One of you is going to come and live with me.

Ok, I'm trying to work out how this is physically possible, and I've come up with three explanations:

You have no idea how many times I have tortured Charlie Jane by whining, "Come to candy mountain, Chaaaaaaaarlie!"