I live in a town with mixed curbside recycling, so I just cut the elastic off, and any icky bits, then dump it with the cardboard and cans. We also have stations with bins, cotton can go with any other cellulose/paper if there isn't a fabric bin.

Yes. I favor cotton, which definitely breaks down over time. I just purchase them in bulk and recycle (yes you can recycle cotton) them pretty often. I've also had good luck with the tencel/cotton blends like Vanity Fair or Jockey-those blacks tend to stay dark longer. Good Luck with your new shame free panty-tude!

Oh Jeez-remember the slavering froth over her involvement with universal health care? So. Much. Hate. It was scary.

Aside: My mechanically employed lover ran this product into packaging, back before it was banned. If it leaked out onto fabric, it solidified into a weird glow in the dark space age polymer spoo stain, permanently. The thought of applying it to genitals, NO WAY.

Brita is an amazing thing. A trustafarian introduced me like 25 years ago, and we've been together ever since. It even removes chlorine and flouride, to a large extent. Git yerself a couple of to go bottles, and you never have to purchase Nestle brand Detroit water ever again!

Hahahahaha! I was that perky instructor! My liberal progressive church camp paid me to do fact based education with the Senior High kids. It was awesome. I may or may not have used that line myself-I think it was in the instructors' video.

It is in my state. The cases that typically go to trial involve HIV, but other STIs are included. I think it is under the category of assault, the transference of body fluids known to be infectious. We've had a couple of spit/herpes cases too, one involving a Walmart parking lot and someone spitting at another. …

that color. In the 80s it was called "Dusty Rose" in the Sears catalog. ew.

I listened to bjork before her.

ps: We iz olde.

Laura. Laura Palmer.

Nothing brought me up short against my rage issues quite like parenting. ALL THE SHIT I thought I'd therapied and meditated and hot bathed out was still there, simmering away. It took some tough loving talk for me to understand that my shit was no excuse for being a piss poor human. I learned to apologize after I…

Awww, man, he is gonna be jacked to know he's in your dreams. So long as you aren't a black or fatty. Did it feature the Douche Dentata?

Congratulations! I salute you as you ease on down the road of your own creation. May it take you many interesting places (interesting SEXY places)~

MmmmHmmmm. That man has some gams.

My beloved and I did it thrice. Once on paper for the man, once in ink for us (yes we have matching tattoos), and once by water for the fam. We paid for everything at the water wedding at a hot springs in the forest, so our families could travel and stay in condos and shit. We camped for 2 weeks with our kiddos…

Simple broke assedness. In our city you pay the courthouse a fee for the license and the clerk hands you a sheet of names with it, containing judges/justices who will perform the legalities (if you are not churching it). They started calling folks, and the first one who could service them was the owner of the…

Adore! My spawn recently hand sewed herself a velvet gown for upcoming Steampunk Samhain. Love it!

Well, 2 of my finest associates wed in a discount carpet store, officiated by a judge they called off a xeroxed list, and they are living the dream 15 years (and 4 boys) on. Money don't mean a thang. Hit up your thrift for your poofy dress, and have the funnest party you can :)

I have seen the forking, back in the moist dark age of my youth. Perhaps a regional dialect, the one I saw also included knives. My understanding was that it caused problems with mowing/hitting flatware with mower. It was a warm weather forking.