I just go the green smoothie route. Throw all those veggies into a blender, add some fruit, add some ginger root, add some more veggies because they are healthy, then blend the crap out of it and drink it. BAM!

I am 34. I had double jaw surgery a few months ago. My Mom's get-well card included $100 and a 6-pack of underwear. >_<'

...Well, that was absolutely ghastly. I have seen all kinds of terrible things on the internet, and THAT horrendous display of face-chewing actually turns my stomach.

THIS.

They tried that with me, but I refused to wear the skirt/heels on the premise that they had already destroyed my legs and my ankles could not support me in anything other than my combat boots. After all, you can't have an officer injure herself (moreso) at a dining out, can you?

...and no eraser.

I don't mind bugs in my fresh produce too much. The way I see it, if it is organic, then it is a good sign that bugs want to eat it.
(once I had a bag of baby kale chock full of a ridiculous number of aphids...that one was a bit much)

Ditto. I bought a bag of rice that was infested and had a similar experience. I left the rice in the freezer and spent a year killing the little larvae crawling on my walls.

I was going to be a bit more tactless, but this sums it up nicely.

I am sorry for your loss. I lost my dog a couple years ago and I still miss him every day.

Of the four dogs in my house, the one with the most blood-lust for rabbit is a Pomeranian. You can see her actively plotting when on their turf...she even attacked a convincing stone statue in a neighbor's yard.

Fifty dollars for the tiniest bottle that can double as a stabbing weapon. It's far classier than an ice pick.

I have brought this point up several times IRL. Decades of technology can lead to something as amazing as an iPhone, and sadly, many grown men choose to take that technology to shove it into their crotches.
(Granted, I am usually looking for reasons to say,"this is why we can't have nice things." Crotch photos are just…

Vagina dentata?

I am at home and googled that verbatim. I found a great picture on the UK's Metro of a guy in a lab coat with what is possibly Rasputin's penis in a jar. I think it will convey my message perfectly—regardless of how they interpret it.

This reminds me of several years ago...myself and a few other artists picked up some porn mags for art references. I was the poor sap to pick up a clearance pack of "Playgirl." As we flipped through the pages, I came across a full centerfold of a penis. One ugly, vein-ridden penis blown up to fit across several pages.…

I am an INTJ, but have no fear of speaking in public. I simply do not care to unless I have to...typically because the other potential speakers are too scared or too inept to deliver.

YOGURT!

The best question I was asked was,"so...do you [Asians] see things differently?" (referring to the shape of my eyes)

I think the point was spot-on, but it can be applied in many other situations. Granted, this is more of an issue because creeps don't realize what they are saying to a woman is really creepy.