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KatScratchFever
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@noonecaresowen: The only magazine I subscribe to is Vegetarian Times, because it's like a cookbook-of-the-month club, and I can keep them all.

@suck_it_monkeys: My boyfriend hates that I watch this show, but has sat through an episode or two of it. The one thing he had to say about it was this, "I think that Situation guy is the smartest one of the bunch. He might sound douchey when he's talking, but he's usually saying a lot of stuff the rest of them should

@jmd1513: You're lucky he didn't fine you a few hundred bucks for littering.

@coffeeandkombucha: Not to mention that the Santorum thing was somewhat of a once-in-a-lifetime success. Any attempt to recreate it in all its amazing glory is probably going to fail. It's like a remake of a really great old movie: seems like a good idea, but unless everything is just right, there will be backlash.

@marciax3: Only as good as my naming old Tax Return PDFs "Rape 2005", "Rape 2006"...

@illseeyouinanotherlifewhenwear...: That blue zipper jacket in #2 is just fantastic. Want want want! And I actually like the double-heel on those shoes. It immediately brought to mind a double-neck Gibson SG, for me anyway.

@spiraloflife: Hmm...hostess jitters?? Regardless, hope it's a great party!

@jianna: Me too. I was chosen sophomore year to be a student in a new major the school had just developed (I was a graphic design major at the time, with advanced computer programming skills from being a mega nerd in HS). The major was multimedia design and development - the internet was like, just really getting its

@i'm going to have my friends call me valerie: Interesting...the Black Velvets I'm used to having are Guineess and champagne. Try that one on for size sometime. I could (and probably have) drank about a gallon of it.

@spiraloflife: If there's one thing I've never gotten from roommates, it's help with anything. They might be the most awesome friends I've ever had, but WTF? They can't be bothered to chip in for beers or clean up the bathroom.

My mother has been a maternity/labor & delivery nurse for almost 30 years. Her stories and constant need for me to know everything about the making of babies from beginning to end directly contributed to my staunch opinions on overpopulation and my own decisions never ever to have children. (I also waited until I was

@lezebel-in-chief: I'm about ready to start voting for all the tea-bagger, conservative psychos in hopes of pushing this country into REAL crazytown territory, so maybe people - including liberal government officials - will actually start caring enough about issues like this when they realize life in Christian America

@Ima B. Me: Same here. It prompted the same panic response as when I think about quitting smoking (or at least back when I used to smoke a pack and a half a day...I'm since down to a pack every two weeks).

@brokenscope: You'd think, though, that at some point, despite the fact that the victim is still alive, they've been so emotionally damaged that really the only suitable punishment would be at least life imprisonment. Maybe death is a little harsh, but seriously evil people like that don't deserve the privilege that

@CurtCole: Touche,k and my apologies. I suppose I should have pointed out that my definition of "butterface" is a positive spin on the commonly degrading term... "she is quite a remarkable looking woman, but her face is truly divine!"

@GreyCat: And maybe the internet isn't a good place to hang out if you have thin skin and no sense of humor.

If these men aren't ellegable for the death penalty, there is something seriously wrong with our justice system. Holy jesus. That poor, poor woman.

Now all she needs is a baked potato to go with her butterface and she'll have an almost complete dinner entree.

If it weren't for websites (sorry, Gawker!) and news channels needing advertising dollars via ratings and page hits, this whole debacle wouldn't even be a blip on the radar.

@maehrc: It takes a lot of practice. Once I left a work party in midtown completely shitfaced (but dressed to the nines!) and couldn't figure out where the subway was. I turned a corner and suddenly found myself in the middle of crowded Rockafeller Center on a Friday night, barely able to stand. I somehow managed to