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Er...I do...? “Yeah, Bob used to do X, it was fun. What did Claire do for you? You always said she was fun.”

Female. 10 partners in my lifetime. If this is a problem for anyone, they can fuck right off.

What IS that? It looks like someone drained the leftovers off a finished plate of spaghetti and plunked it on a bowl. You know, that shitty runny sauce stuff with tiny pieces of basically nonexistent meat? That. That is what this looks like.

That shit is not an anomaly. On that kind of diet, you’re going to flip the fuck out and feel awful. This is a very, very, VERY normal response.

Nope. Honey is basically standard sugars. Nothing special about it. 60 calories/tablespoon. Splenda? None IF you use the liquid kind. (The powder is bullshit and contains small amounts of starch that add up en masse.)

Everyone here hating on artificial sweeteners. You can pry my Diet Coke and Splenda out of my cold, dead hands, you philistines ;)

Diet Soda has no calories, and good nutrition folks know that people need them as crutches sometimes.

I don’t get it. People can ask for whatever they want. It’s not like she was going door to door. You can easily ignore a gofundme link or hwatever.

Hell yeah, this all the way. My grandmother busted her ass while her alcoholic husband flailed at life. She worked in a sewing factory and didn’t bitch because that’s what she had to do to put food on the table. Poor women have always had to work.

Got to perfect your withering mom glare. If anyone gives you a lecture, just glare. ;)

Depends on your area. I grew up in conservative Georgia, and the one thing they *were* liberal on was feminism. Lots of teachings about Ruth, Esther, etc., with the statements of “women are independent and can astound people on their own thank you.” And my mom worked just as hard as my dad.

You go give your son a pat on the back, because he’s a good dude with some good standards. You then give yourself a pat on the back because you were a damn good parent to have that kind of a son. *applauds*

So true. I used to snicker at grass fed etc. animal meat, but damn if grass-fed cows aren’t CRAZY DELICIOUS. So hell, even if I didn’t support good treatment of animals for their sake, I’d sure do it for mine on the dinner plate.

I’m not trying to be a dick; I genuinely don’t know: what are we supposed to use? It sounds like a pretty sterilized term compared to...well, anything I’ve otherwise heard for it.

I was going to facepalm at the idea of dolls made to fit people whose conditions are very very different from each other usually, but then I saw that it’s a custom Build a Bear style thing and suddenly it became the best thing ever. Now the kids can make these dolls the way *they* want them, not the way others might

I will admit I have never sent a sext ever.

I don’t know, but even the clothes I got off the rack for high school prom strike me as too elaborate to destroy. Destroying a five buck T-shirt with a silly logo on it is one thing; these days, like anyone in their basement can make one of those on cafepress. But a gorgeous evening gown? It’s a tragedy. :(

I cry a little inside every time someone does a “Trash the Dress” shot or plays Prom Dress Rugby or something. These clothes are works of art. To me, these things are like lighting someone’s painting on fire. It may not be a Van Gogh or something, but hell, *someone* put effort into designing this. It makes me

You want him to wallow for the rest of his life being basically a waste of time and food and probably a target for prison fights/rape and such? It’s honestly more merciful this way if you ask me. His life won’t amount to anything at this point even if he does live. They were never going to let him out anyway.

YESSSSSSSS.