Damnmit, the site is down. It's all your fault, you lesbian shitasses! (note to the n00bs: it's a meme specific to this site. Look it up).

Ow! Someone sucker punched me right in the feels and my face is raining!

My current dog is named Lady Alice Underfoot-Jones. Our cats are named Sancho Kahn and Sonoma the Double Decker Cat. The last one was named by my son when he was three. What can I say, I'm one of those 'mericuh-ruining premisssive parenting libruls who lets a 3 year old name a kitten.

My son informed me in kindergarten that his name was not "Jack", it was "Pumpkinbomb Lightningboy Jack".

No one there looked familiar. It was actually an ethnically and racially diverse group of women ... a demi-goddess coffee klatch, I guess.

I don't think that you're being demeaning. Ireland is a fascinating country - interesting (and often tragic) history, interesting mythology, great writers, an interesting native language that gives a unique flavor to how English is spoken there. It's also an interesting country as far as current events - how it…

Well all things considered, she was downright friendly to me - no shrieking, no howling, just popped by for a quiet little "howdy there" in my dreamscape.

My mom likes to tell me the story of the time she and her entire family heard a banshee wail. One of my uncles was riding his bicycle home from visiting friends; he called everyone out of the house to come listen to it. My mom said that it sounded like a screaming woman, insane with grief, crossed with an angry cat .…

My father had been in the hospital for a few days. Each day he got a little sicker. He kept talking about his life in Dublin as if it were the present. He would say things like, "If I'm going to catch the train I have to cross the Ha'Penny bridge. Can't be late..." The last time I visited him, he was in a coma. He…

It's what people in this thread are implying.

Well, we may not be getting the entire picture of how the family lived. I'm not inclined to believe that the media is innocent of building a narrative that fulfills the racist expectations of their audience. How do we know that the rest of the house was squalid?

From the little bit that I've heard and read of the…

I did a hyphenated last name but I'm still not comfortable with it. For one, my husband's last name is not the name of his biological grandfather but of the man his mother married afterwards. My FIL had no choice as to whether or not he could keep his father's name; his stepfather wanted it changed to his, so it was.…

Well, my lower back and hips have never been the same. I now have bouts of sciatica that last for months. It keeps me awake at night and makes it painful to walk during the day. Sometimes when I'm walking, I'm hit with an intense stab of pain that feels like my leg is going to give out. The doctor who looked at my…

Hell, that "distinct look" of people from a given country in Europe is the result of mixing, too. I'm Irish. The foundational history & mythology of the country talks about the different groups of people who arrived there by ships. In ancient times, any group that could figure out how to build and steer a ship…

Torties are some of the smartest, most fearless kitties on the planet ... also some of the most lovey-dovey. They are the bestest, inching out ginger tabbies by a nose.

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Well, in this Wikipedia article, it mentions placing it in the vagina:
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IIRC, in countries where abortion is illegal, women who go this route (using the pills by inserting them in the vagina next to the cervix) are advised to douche before going to the ER. If there is no traces of the pill left, it simply looks like a natural miscarriage. Women in those countries have been arrested when…

My husband actually does a lot of housework. He's a ninja at the quickie straighten up the house (I honestly don't know how he manages to make the house look immaculate in less than an hour), does the laundry, cooks dinner at least twice a week, and so on. All that, and he works 10+ hours a day. But, you know, thanks…

My husband actually suggested that I start smoking weed again because the house is so much cleaner when I do. I'm paranoid about doing this because I'm trying to pass as a respectable middle-class housewife at my son's elementary school (which is located in a veeery wealthy neighborhood), but it's the dogdamned truth…