I can’t answer to the horses, but as a former animal rescue volunteer who dealt with hoarders, for the dogs - usually small dogs, multiples in cages, cages stacked up....

In Catholic school, it was mandatory to “stand with life” during Pro-Life Week, which meant standing along the main street in town, holding up signs.

I like to think my donations to PP as an adult is re-balancing the scales.

What are your first two favs?

Lol, from the iPhone that also brought you “duck you!”

I had heart surgery and was recovering with morphine in the hospital and Bravo was running a marathon and I remember laughing and laughing at Vicky and her love tank. The night nurse had to come check on me because, as she explained it, “one rarely hears such robust cackling” from recovering surgery patients.

<Scoffing noise> But my Tempura paintings of Keith Morrison requires an alignment of energy that isn’t conducive to inventory management!

Boss: You finish that presentation?
Me: Nah, I couldn’t align with the energy.

I think I’m going to skip my lunchtime conference call because I’m having trouble aligning my energy.

I love Green Bean Bin! I’ve been with them for about a year too, and it beats slogging through the produce aisle of the local Kroger.

Gonna print this court opinion out and mail it to my Western PA relatives right before the annual family reunion....

Reading the name “Fred Durst” unlocked some repressed memory in my head of seeing a sex tape of Fred Durst and now I’m dry heaving at my desk.

I was wondering if some prankster would put a possum in it. Or a stray cat.

I just posted a little thing on Facebook about Mercury being in retrograde (it was a pic of Mercury and said “stop blaming me for your problems”) and people got huffy for THAT.

I love you for this.

I think it depends on what brand of Republican we’re talking about here. If it’s respectable Regan-talking-with-Miss-Cleo in the White House, then you’re correct. If you mean the current strain of nuttier-than-a-cheese-log Tea Billy types....

It was rough sex, but he was architecture-genius so it was okay. His coffee shop, for example, was such a slap in the face of neoclassicism and revivalism that Frank Lloyd Wright was resurrected from the dead just to die again when he saw it.

He’s a molybdenum mine heir that purposely blew up the mine in protest of nationalization. He then made passionate, purposeful love to an aviation heiress in a pile of stock-ticker tape.

Cincinnatian here. I echo the stuff people upthread have said: Jungle Jims is awesome, the city is an underrated gem, the surrounding suburbs all have their own quirky charms. If you are into outdoorsy stuff, there are tons of trails, and the Little Miami and Ohio rivers are there for kayaking/canoeing/etc. There are…

I’ve never understood it either. If I want an ivory carved bauble, why can’t I just have a resin or similar material that’s COLORED to look like ivory?

I wish elected representatives would address the real issues surrounding bathrooms; mainly, the unknown woman at work who keeps wiping her boogers on the wall of the third stall in.