Ditto, thrift stores for the win. I will never buy new if I can help it.*

I am half Korean/Caucasian and visited Japan a couple years ago. People thought I was Japanese until the moment I opened my mouth—and even then, they were still friendly and kind. (although I did get stared at while sitting in the window of a coffee shop by businessmen, but I don't know why)

I am also half Korean and half Caucasian too.(mid 30s here)

My brother is an outlier—he is a damned slob.

My brother lives in my basement because if I were to throw him out, I am sure that he would get eaten by dingoes. He cannot do a damn chore to save his life. I spent YEARS trying to get him to man up, but gave up because the energy and frustration wasn't worth it.

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.

I was livid when I discovered on that site that the pricey Bil-Jac I was feeding my beloved corgi was primarily corn.

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.

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?

FALSE.

FALSE.

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.