Introducing; the Cock Dragon.

Well, when living in the parents’ basement, with their beloved firearms, they get a lot of free time

This is so bizarre. Judaism is pro-medicine, to the extent that Jewish law requires you to take necessary medications, even if they contain non-Kosher ingredients. Sick people are exempt from religious fasting.

Some of us were alive and entering teenhood in 1977. I had that striped cowl-neck sweater in the second picture. I may have had more than one, in different colours. Everyone had one.

That and “Let me educate you.” Both those phrases basically push the MURDER EVERYONE button in my lizard brain.

I agree—I think this is a fabulous cover.

That is one brilliant, terrific cover, capturing the myth, the violence, the domestic affective relationship between the viewers and the cast, everything. Brilliant.

It may be a minor point, but I’m glad that the “shatter” obliterates Cosby’s image and leaves the others relatively intact. It would seem unfair if the rest of the cast was defaced or vandalized.

As a fellow Menopausal American, I’m pretty sure estrogen is not a big factor in Hillary’s day-to-day decision making.

Not sorry, retailers, but nobody working these kinds of jobs should EVER be “on-call.” You aren’t working in a world where the world will come to a crashing halt if your employees aren’t on-call. Very, very few fields ever need on-call employees, and all of those fields tend to have actual emergency situations…

Unpopular opinion: all cereal sucks. It just sucks. It is NEVER enough food and it’s sugary and soggy and sad.

This is one of the best cases of bystander intervention I saw in recent years. Community siding with the victim rather than silently condoning the actions of the predator? Yeah! Good! And I admit it’s a relief to see so many names on the list, because it decreases the likelihood that an individual scientist will be…

‘A perfectly reasonable product next to a dangerous and heinous one,” thinks both political parties.

#cocksnotglocks?

It kinda sounds like the “alcohol, drug use, and misogyny” accusation was a knee-jerk reaction to hearing the word ‘rap,’ regardless of either context or specific details.

All I know is that with these hotflashes, all hot things turn into instant sweat. Maybe I’m not quite old enough yet for decimated tastebuds. Wow. Another thing to look forward to.

One of my co-workers (a dainty and slightly “fancy” girl, to boot) once ate half an order of french fries with chocolate fudge sauce (like, for sundaes) on a semi-serious dare

Colin don’t ban me but St Germain in cava sounds delicious

Honey in coffee = sure.

Finally! The food in front of me (asiago eggplant salami wrap with balsamic and white bean spread, thank you, for once, Aramark) is better than Pinkham’s Monday tease. Maybe there is a G-d, after all...