Actually, I suspect that they waited this long to get married because they now feel ready for kids. Because they knew that as soon as they walked down the aisle, she was expected to get knocked up. No point in them getting married at 25 if they knew they weren't ready for kids at 25, since they'd have been pressured…

Lady, your ritual is meaningless. Get over it.

Everything as stated above — and it's less than $10 on Steam.

I don't like it. I've never liked it. It's not a trust issue. Not a self-esteem issue or a vulnerability issue. I just don't like it. I've tried it. I've been eaten out by novices and pros, and I've never found it to be that mind blowing or awesome.

I like to tell my shelter-rescue dog, "I own you. I paid money for you. You belong to me forever and ever. You are my companion animal." And then he licks me in the face, because while he might not have understood the words, he is happy to belong to me and be my companion animal.

I went through a cohabitation breakup AND paid thousands for a wedding that I didn't get to have. All cohabitation saved me was the divorce attorney's fees.

No... but you can email me at gmail, with this username. Or gchat.

Oh, hey! I do know you!

This is probably true, because I am Tributary practically everywhere.

I once dated the GM of our little table-top group. And I was the only girl who was actually regular about showing up to games, but I was friends with the rest of the group. When things were going badly, one of the other players would suggest that what we really needed was a Wendy's run. They'd promise to get me a…

I love this webcomic. And I love the cumsprites. If blow jobs were that adorable, I'd give them all the time!

I quit wearing high waisted panties when high waisted jeans went out of fashion in the 90's. You really can't wear granny panties with hip hugging jeans because instead of a line of exposed flesh every time you shift, you'll have a line of fabric advertising what color your underwear is. And that's not sexy.

I'm pretty sure the incestuous undertones in that scene were purposeful.

Oglaf! ("Oh my god... blow jobs are adorable!")

Okay, so one of our college drinking games was to bet on the sort of sex that would happen if we flipped to a random page of Marquis de Sade's Justine. If you guessed correctly, you didn't have to drink. Everyone else had to take a shot. That wasn't necessarily hot, though.

When I was a child, my parents would not buy them. Would not. It was all Elmer's for us: pecan eggs, gold brick eggs, heavenly hash. And maybe some Reesee peanut butter eggs. No Cadbury at all. So, naturally, we craved them. They were advertised on TV, while Elmer's were not.

This doesn't really surprise me at all. I teach/have taught math and physics at the basic undergraduate levels (courses with numbers starting with 1). I see both traditional (aged 18-22) and non-traditional students. Non-traditional tend to do better because they're older and more mature, but also because they've had…

My very Catholic mother once said to me, "Only idiots don't use birth control, and we know where those idiots live." Some neighbors in her affluent white suburb had 7-9 children (and even more pregnancies) and Mom hates listening to them act like martyrs.

My friend's ex-wife's cousin is the father of the children, and she and the rest of their family is concerned that he'll be blamed. He lost all of his children because their mother murdered them, and in addition to that, he's terrified that someone will try to pin legal repercussions on him.

A cop in Old Metairie gave my white 96-year-old grandmother a seat belt citation. Yes, she should have been wearing a seat belt, but even reminding her when you get in the car doesn't always mean that she manages to get it on. In the fifteen minutes it took for him to get her name and address, she was nothing but…