My brother's Eskie would eat week-old greasy paper napkins that baked on asphalt in the Mississippi summer. She would eat dessicated dead frogs. She even eats random unidentifiable things she finds on the ground in gas station parking lots.

My brother's Eskie would eat week-old greasy paper napkins that baked on asphalt in the Mississippi summer. She would eat dessicated dead frogs. She even eats random unidentifiable things she finds on the ground in gas station parking lots.

My brother's Eskie would eat week-old greasy paper napkins that baked on asphalt in the Mississippi summer. She would eat dessicated dead frogs. She even eats random unidentifiable things she finds on the ground in gas station parking lots.

In one post, you cl;aimed bras were only 100 years old. Here, you claim 100-150. You really are pulling this all out of your furry-loving ass, aren't you?

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This article was enlightening, as well as your input. Thanks!

...I still think the 90s has the record for ugliest clothes. Hammer pants. Crimped hair. Neon everything. Tacky tacky tacky patterns filled WITH neon.

I have fled from all 4 guys that have proposed to me in my youth. Nothing terribly amusing or funny, I just fled like a damn roadrunner each and every time. The cosmic irony is that I haven't been able to get a boyfriend in the last 7 years.

I think artists get abused the most when it comes to "free" work requests because non-artists don't understand the time/work that goes into things. I genuinely think people believe I clap my hands together and WALLAH! GRAPHICS!

Not here. My Mom was shoving religion down my throat for as long as I can remember, and I tried to wrap my head around it. When they told me to stop asking so many questions in Sunday school, I started silently considering each Sunday and Wednesday service as wasted time where I could have been doing more productive…

I don't remember those, but I do remember Popples. (I may be dating myself here) They were cute critters that could tuck themselves into a ball.

...the Peculiar Purple Pie Man of Porcupine Peak. Bad guy turned good guy, if memory serves.

(Not my corgi) However, all the dogs in my household love all sorts of veggies. A few years back when I rescued a corgi/jack russell mix, he saw all the other dogs get super excited for carrots. As soon as he had the carrot in his mouth, he gave us all a,"WTF is this thing?" look. He eventually caved in to peer…

The last time I took my brother to a friend's house for dinner, he picked/poked at a beef stew because he didn't want to eat anything that was not meat or potato. My friend even went so far as to tell him to dump the leftovers back into the pot, since it was good food that no one wanted to waste.

Similar situation, but with my brother. I am considering the possibility of moving to a new job location, getting an apartment, and leaving my brother to "maintain" my house. (I use the term loosely)

I can't help but wonder about how productive we could be as a country if the conservative GOP-ers just shut up about abortions, gay marriage, and marijuana.

#3 is what pisses me off. Every year I buy a box, only to find that there is a huge piece of molded plastic that is taking up most of the space in the box.

Back when I sold Girl Scout cookies, they used to have an oreo knockoff. My 4 year old bother at the time loved them sooooo much! One day, a neighbor came buy to buy the last box...but we could not find it. Eventually, we realized that my bro was missing too.

I had a similar experience when seeing a public restroom at a rest stop on the Japanese highway. I actually took pictures because I KNEW that I would never see such a thing in the US.