MommetCoddler
Mommet Coddler
MommetCoddler

I'm always getting him mixed up with Stockard Channing. Or maybe Tatum O'Neil.

When I was a kid and my dad would say abusive things to me, he would usually follow up with, "I'm just kidding. Can't you take a joke?" I don't know why I thought of that just now. Wait, yes I do.

Fair enough.

Except that listeria (a common bacteria in raw milk) will more often cause blindness. I suppose we could line up all the blind babies and point and laugh, but it somehow lacks the same schadenfreude.

But a) Santa is magical and b) Penguins are bi-racial and c) the polar caps are melting so Santa is going to have to move anyway.

My son used to have poops like this after eating certain fruit snacks (particularly ones with lots of sharks shapes). More hilarious is the time that my nephew pooped out approximately 200 tiny round stickers with sports themes. He must have gotten ahold of the potty-chart stickers and eaten an entire sheet. Good

I loved that show so much. It was a gateway drug to Samurai Jack.

I like missionary too. But I am a square. A slutty, slutty square.

I seem to remember some cool bath toys that were basically colored sponges. Try Target or Toys-R-Us (if you're willing to descend fully into the holiday consumer nightmare for some sponges, that is).

He spends 2.6 times my annual income on eating? For one? That is ... wow.

I would say that if children's laughter is a problem now, she could use some coping skills or the teen years will be murder. There is no shame in having issues and needing help for them.

I would suggest that mom get some therapy for her terribly fragile ego.

It immediately put me on guard, thinking there must be some hidden bad news.

We kicked that guy out of our group after one session, seriously. When it takes an hour to plan an imaginary raid on a corp, a raid that is just a setup to the main plot because he is gaming out every possible scenario and trying to be the master of meta: Fuck that guy. We were more polite than that of course, but he

Probably the former, since I never read the rules, just picked it up as we went along. I think our GM threw in some of his own stuff, but very likely what you said. It was pretty awesome.

One of my friends put together a table-top RPG version of Fallout which took place in Colorado. We didn't make it all the way to Denver because we got hung up in Junktown (Grand Junction). We also set off a GECK, my first character died in an accident with a mutagen, we set up a black market jet business, but used the

Weird because I always thought of Star Wars as more Shinto.

I'm hoping that the second half of the Burial at Sea DLC will give us a chance to see Elizabeth as more powerful and self-directed. Because I agree with your damsel-in-distress interpretation. She was incredibly powerful, but never really tried to escape her prison until a stranger came along and offered to help.

My landlady has one upstairs, but I don't want to impose on her. I'm thinking maybe Nana and Poppy can get him a large electronic keyboard. That would be more portable and he could also plug it into his computer for his sound mixing. I'm sure he probably has one in mind there too, since Guitar Center is one of his

That is awesome, thank you for sharing. Although I still don't think that even a small upright would fit through the entryway of my tiny basement apartment, but his dad's house is another matter. I did also find out that there is a piano teacher at his school for after-school lessons, but I'll have to figure out if I