Poor Jorah, seeing Khaleesi's boytoy leaving her room. He's my favorite Sad.

I love the cut, but the furry bottom is disgusting. It looks like one of those little white dogs when they get dirty. Plus, it made me think of the phrase "furry bottom," which is in and of itself disgusting.

Next up from Big Facebook:

The "You're Married. Why Haven't You Bred?" button.

As for where I am now, I traveled a bit, visited a friend in Japan, ended up in Taiwan, decided I liked it quite a bit, and got some awful job teaching English for a year. Whatever, I used that year to find something better and got hired with a 'management consulting' firm in Taipei where I was sent out to do…

It's not nearly as interesting. I didn't get to use any language like "this is utter bollocks", "...and what's worse is that this was made by some rando who makes twice what I do", "you know what's wrong with this thing?" and "What does that even mean?" etc.

It's not a quitting story, but right before I quit my office job we had to do performance reviews. There was some new thing we had to do as a part of it that some higher-up wankdoodle in HR made up. It was called the "career development survey" and I thought it sounded cool before I saw it.

This thread is causing me to wonder about how history would interpret my own orientation if given access to my diaries.

I make a motion to start Dolly Parton facts in the style of Chuck Norris facts. GO!

FACT: Flowers don't bend to face the sunlight. They bend toward whatever direction Dolly Parton is.

FACT: Love of books is called bibliophilia. Love of cats is called ailurophilia. Love of Dolly Parton is called logic.

FACT: Dolly Parton…

There are rules for whip use, and while jockey's are allowed to use it, it is only allowed for specific purposes on the rump and shoulder, and cannot be used excessively, cause any lasting mark, and cannot be used on the head or flank. Jockeys can (and have) been fined for violating this rule so it is enforced. While…

Wrong, at least for this specific type of horse.

Agreed! My dad is an attorney and he was lucky to have top-notch legal secretaries working with him. I always bought them a Christmas present because I know how challenging it was to work for my dad. They not only had to deal with him and his VERY high standards, but they had to field calls from two nasty ex-wives…

My mother is a long-time public school teacher and I was a union rep at my university when I taught. Is there waste and largesse and excessive benefits for union officials? Yes. Are they essential for protecting those underpaid folks charged with educating against wayward admins? Hell yes. Unions are a mixed evil but…

Hear hear, we have this debate monthly and it is so tiresome and predictable. The same exact comments and responses are given each time;

Definitely not on the approved list of 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover

I went to a prestigious private university located around 8 miles from the blue collar public high school I attended. One night, there was a huge party in my dorm, complete with a live band. My step-sister came to the party with me. She's a year older than me. At the party, two guys we went to high school with…

It was especially shocking because, if you read further in the book, Jamie begs Cersei to marry him in this scene. This would mean that she loses the power she has because of the Iron Throne. She refuses.

Cersei is a victim. Robert didn't treat her well, at all. She's stuck in her gender role. (That sucks). Robert had…

I'm glad that no one got fired. It actually seems like a plausible mistake (and one I have come DANGEROUSLY close making myself - I now know not to email my friend a link to a swingers event and then try to post a YouTube video to Facebook. I had my finger on the "post" button when the preview mercifully popped up)

On days like this I do wonder about the wisdom of giving internet access to fuckwits.

A Modest Proposal: Thought it was cookbook, disappointed. 1 Star.

This makes me wonder—and maybe you are!—if any of our Jezzies are real celebrities IRL. Maybe I really am Carol!