But wait, there's more! For extra shipping and handling, tiny packs of liquid febreeze, to pour into the device to keep it all fresh and smelling nicely.

Because buttsex, is much more of a horrendous sin. 'Murica! (You're guess is as good as mine.)

Awww, damn. I just posted this one. You beat me to it. I suppose now we're fuck music friends?

I gotta go with Puscifer. On the rare occasion there's music going on, this is always in the playlist.

In the world full of binders, those who shine are moved into the prime real estate of the Trapper Keepers. However, with Candy's actions, being an uppity "female" and all, she got moved to the .89 cent cheap falling apart used walmart binder. That'll teach her.

Yup. I kept asking about Cain and Abel, leading back around to your point with Adam and Eve.

You know, I had quite the witty retort to that comment. And...well. I started giggling, and now, I got nothin'. Except I now want dunkin donut holes. Wait, where would those be classified?!

I think that probably the most important question here is, do you have the first part of She-ra, season 1. Because if not, that is the tragedy of this story.

Aaaah. Hadn't thought of that angle. I suppose with a little alcohol I won't mind the entire audience of republicans watching me practice creating sacred fetuses.

You know, this sort of thing completely defeats the GOP's aims. How can i sit at home and produce "teh babiez" to become useless brainless workers for the right, with all these damn personhood and die hard republicans in my uterus?

Ok I could only manage to get halfway through and just...give up. I've never understood the anger and disagreement about gay marriage, and I suppose I never will. But, I can solve this in one thing.

I...I can't stop watching that gif. Fight club? there is no fight club. Just watch this gif, officer.

Yup, that's their MO. They pull the whole cute thing, so you won't throw them in a dumpster or something.

I don't see this action being heartless in the least. Having to tell someone their loved one (especially a child) is dying, and there is no hope has to be harder than saying "ok. We'll try this one more thing."

Eh, don't. I struggled for 6 fucking months to manage it. From the start, I never produced enough for the little pig I had. I had several family members, etc who continued to push me into breast feeding; as well as friends. My best friend, is militant at it.

Ugh, that seems to be one of my peeves. Those who you look at, and they have to slather on the antibacterial. I understand no one wants the bugs. But what people do not realize is that by killing everything around, then our bodies don't have anything to fight and keep our immunity up. I certainly do not keep any…

I'm semi-adapted to righty scissors, however anytime I order something that has clamshell packaging, it's at THAT moment that my scissors hide, trembling in fear from me. They know that not only will the entire neighborhood realize I've ordered something with clamshell packaging by the colorful swearing and blood…

Right there with you. Mine was the same way. Though, my choice was Mt. Dew.

Eh, while you've had some serious replies here, I see it about as you do. Though, like them I can't guarantee my kid will take care of me when I'm old, decrepit and droolin'. But! I figure, get him to 4, or 5, then he can start doing stuff for me! Like get me water, pick up this or that. At least for a good 10 years…

I've always stated to close personal friends that being gay in the religious world is actually more forgiving than being an atheist. "teh gayz" just CHOOSE to be gay in their eyes; so hey, they may be saved from it! Atheists on the other hand, we're completely a lost cause. No savin' us heathens.