I was lucky enough to have lived right the fuck *in* Honolulu, a stone’s throw from Waikiki, for about 7 years. I literally cried when the ex was sent here to Alabama. I still do Google Earth on street level and just toodle around town and then cry from homesickness. You don’t have to be filthy rich to live there…

I’m quite sure Fairuza and the lady who ran the shop (who was also a priestess IRL IIRC) were both told “but you have to have penised gods or it’ll never work.” As if Wicca hasn’t “worked” since the 1940s with ladyparts-having gods.

Let’s hope the “outcasts” are what we oldsters like to call “assholes.”

Yep. Last year my 22 year old told me I’m tragically hip now, as the art students at her Chicago college wear Docs, shave the sides and back of their heads, “to make a statement.” I’ve been doing this since forever (shaved my head 20 years ago and haven’t looked back). She told them they all look like her mom.

Really? Because by that time we goths were calling Hot Topic, “Goth-in-a-Box.”

ThisTV goes even further. If the original film featured the contour of a nipple seen through cloth or a sweater, it gets blurred.

Right there. Right the fuck ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ there. When I was on EBT and feeding 2 growing teenage girls on <$200/mo I could have gone bald pulling out my hair at the frustration that I could not afford healthy, fresh vegetables because unlike grains, they are not subsidized. And then people bitch because Spaghettios et…

“People on public assistance need to be treated like adults who can make their own decisions as to what to eat and put in their bodies.”

Oh come on, we all know that to be an adult you have to have a certain income level. And a penis.

If I were filthy rich? I can’t even imagine being middle class right now. Having money left over between paychecks is a luxury at the moment. But I will try to bite: I would move the fuck back to Honolulu. I do not like winter anymore.

Yeah I keep trying to tell peeps that, being polish, I don’t have melanin. The Baltic is not known for its sunny locales.

I had a co-worker who had skin cancer on her face. She ended up having skin from her butt grafted onto her face because the cancerous skin all had to be cut out. She looked wonderful but she was gone for months.

I think Cottonelle would like to have a word with you.

I dunno, I kind of find that assholes should be covered up at least with underwear.

Tell ya what. Folks got fasepretty taste if nothing else. (Dude was a brain too, and died fucking DUELING with the VICE PRESIDENT.)

Holy shit I’m not the only one? **crai** I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

I know, that’s why I use mine in my garden (at night, when I’m headed out for work so that it’s fully absorbed and does not stink the neighborhood when the sun comes up). It actually is full of not only nitrogen, but has significant amounts of potassium and phosphorus. I think I read it’s like 10:1:4 NPK…

Well, urine *does* normally end up in the sewer. Unless you’re a college age man after a rowdy party.

I’m just going to be happy that it will be the last time I have to tag promos for that show. Maybe something actually *interesting* will air that night instead. (It will be either that or more Gordon Ramsay programming, which it is during the off-season.)

Quick question: does “one’s own urine” count as “sewage sludge”?

My front-yard crop is curious.

Unfortunately, many of us desperate poors don’t have a choice but to shop at MegaloMart. It’s either that or Dollar Tree. Yes, even for delicious vegetables. *sigh*