Ahem. Offal IS meat. It's not muscle meat, but lungs, liver, brains, intestines, stomachs, hearts, kidneys, etc are in fact meat, and can be eaten by people. And are to a small extent. But a great deal of that stuff is directed towards the production of pet food.

This is why, while I feed my dog a grain-free food (Costco's house brand is well-rated), I don't spend a bunch of time worrying about it otherwise. My dog eats his shit - he's probably not that discriminating. He also loves the shit from our three rabbits, or any wild rabbit that happens to venture into our yard for…

I had a conversation just last week with a guy who runs a meat locker/butcher shop here in Nebraska. (I was there ordering a quarter of gorgeous prime beef for my family - $3.09/lb!).

Snape says it all.

Sure, whatever. Just don't bite bottom off and suck out what's inside.

Well, if one's goal of going on said date is getting laid, and one gets laid...that's pretty successful.

I, on the other hand, LOVE sweaty panties. Provided I'm the one causing the sweating.

Colgate now make a full-sized toothbrush that folds up upon itself, switchblade-style. It's the shizzle. Folded it's about 4"x1/2"x3/4". Might be too big for a purse carry, though...dunno.

Tacos, BC ice cream, spanking and sex, huh? So...uh...you busy tomorrow night?

I dunno. Branches of the same tree, at the very least. Both have the underlying assumption that said child (and I use that word deliberately) deserves the position, or indeed any position at all.

I apparently need to increase the amount of Facepalm I stock in my office, because there just isn't enough around here for that post.

Forget it. You're King Cnut, in the tide on this one.

The Dozens: [en.wikipedia.org]

Murder, literally? No. But I....well, Bill Shakes said it best:

I have a boy about that age. Despite his obnoxiousness he's actually a good-hearted, decent kid with a soft spot for various critters (and at age 11 still thinks girls are icky).

Still your fault, pal. You obviously haven't been married long enough, of you'd have internalized this. : )

I have no idea how they can be trained. With their fragile egos, it's just impossible to turn that ship around after a certain point.

Desire? Desire can be tough sometimes. To be perfectly frank, there are times when I fantasize 100x more often about napping and going to bed early than I do about the sexy-sexytimes.

Thanks for injecting a bit of sanity into this discussion. More people would do well to understand this.

Well...what would you have men do? No one likes to feel like they're constantly auditioning for another person's attention or affection. That's the very definition of "high maintenance."