The only time my parents went snooping through my room— it was the 80's, schools were telling parents "Search your kids for drugs!" — they found a pile of gay men's magazines. A few awkward conversations later, they understood and we all made up. But when they took me on a later trip to San Francisco, they never let…

Anybody else think that if the MIL feels this way, the daughter might have a few sneaking guilt feelings too? Hard to defend yourself to an angry parent when half of you agrees with 'em.

I've never been asked to a friend's house. For that matter, I haven't had an offline friend for many, many years. But if the friend was attractive, the thought of seeing homemade porn would be irresistible.

I understood it was accepting their feelings and limits— fucking someone's asshole after they've said, "I don't care how much you like my butt, don't put your dick in there," is seeing someone as an object, not as a person with feelings. Of course, it's also a good working definition of sociopath.

Damn you and your diabolic cunning.

a remake of Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” told from the butt’s point of view.

Dogma is poor man's Neil Gaiman without the poetry. Smith is clearly trying to take the theology seriously, which is not the same as solemnly.

I thought it was get ice dumped on you AND donate money.

If I ever get over this damned cold, I have to watch the Prom Night scene from the Carrie remake— the only part I was interested in. Managed to watch Eddie Pepitone: In Ruins, and liked it a lot. Will probably be cancelling Netflix Streaming until something good comes up.

Only if the adaption is written by Ayn Rand.

A few people call me Quirk, most call me The Quirk (which I prefer— like The Batman), but nobody calls me The.

You missed the OF COCK joke for that?

CBS has sucked since Walter Cronkite and Bob (Captain Kangaroo) Keeshan died.

Anybody know how the effects of bipolar disorder affects the odds on Parkinson's/Alzheimer's? Asking for, uh, a friend.

No, he's right; everything we hear just piles another shitload on my own personal depression.

Yeah, that's. . . not the face you'd associate with those genetics.

It's like starlight!

Yeah, I went back and googled her. I can't keep bubbly young blonde actresses straight anymore.

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I've learned never to try and eat with a mouth full of Novocaine— "Hmm, this meat tastes rarer than usual. And bloodier. . . O MY GAWD!