So you said to someone that you needed a mani-pedi, and it changed the wording to ‘I really need a Manila pederast right about now’? Because that would be quite the conversation starter/stopper!

Ohhh, I suspect there’s some drenching happening...

Staaahhp! You’re gonna have that fucking Journey song running through my head in a minute; I’m feeling it right in the nostalgia bone!

Ask John Fogerty.

“My other two love fruit and vegetables but not him.”

Teenage goth me (Mrs Beast, not Wilda) lived for that Gunne Sax warehouse! That was back when nobody wanted to live South of Market, so there were affordable lofts (or squatted vacant buildings — same diff, right?) all over the place. My shitty little friends and I could get a bunch of ridiculous $25 dresses and then…

“...Chris Christie’s ass salivating...”

Why have I never thought of this way of doing it?! Oh wait, probably because I’ve become forever gray somehow...but still, it’s a swell idea!

Glad to be of service!

Yaaay! Purple streaks are the best (I have one in my bangs right now, mingling with some turquoise). It’s never too late to have fun!

I could never stand him, but I often found myself listening (I couldn’t watch, though: the smarm and self-regard would ooze through the screen, leaving me in desperate need of a shower). As much as I hated him, and as creepy* as I felt he was, I still had to admit that his interview bookings were always top-notch, and…

Not in Canada. One cannot legally consent to being harmed. It’s a real problem for folk involved with BDSM.

Hey, hey, hey, there’s no need to lump banjos in with that sentient(?) carrot!

...So I’ll be calling all non-comfy pants ‘hard pants’ from now on.

The poster is on a crowded tram car, and is packed, sardine-like, up against other passengers. In this case, the poster is smashed face-to-pits (hopefully this is hyperbole for effect, but I’ve been there on many a rush-hour, so...) with someone who ostensibly works in the trades (building, not rough).

Do it now! Like, right now this minute!

I was down with what you wrote until the last sentence. Are you implying that whores should be ashamed? I hope I’m reading it wrong, but it seems like you’re indulging in the ‘whorearchy’ fallacy, e.g.; strippers > escorts > streetwalkers. All sex work is work, regardless of whether it’s on a runway, in front of a…

+1 lower-body injury

Do you have a cat? I had no idea what was happening to all my water lids until one night I was woken up by a strange sound in my kitchen. Went out there to find my spastic orange demon having the time of her life chasing a lid as though it were a hockey puck. Just as I was about to go grab it, she batted it under the…

Thanks!