This is stupid.
Obviously she is comfortable enough with her own sexuality to do this. The reasons she gives may be pretty trite, but who cares. The shaming towards women who chose to do porn is just sad.

A rare moment of laugh-out-loudedness—
When Dwight let out a censored "Fuck!" when he was startled by Angela standing right next to him after having a heated conversation with Isabelle. Not too often that this show elicits that kind of joyous hiccupy-laughter from me anymore.

You've never had seared tuna steak, have you Evel?

Tom, where the heck do you go to school that you are/were still living in the dorms your senior year? I'm a super-senior over here (hint: it's a big school in the only fun place in Texas) and I can't say I've ever met anyone who stayed after sophomore year—and that's rare.

I'm with you guys. From the minute she contacted him to ask him this absurdly huge favor, I'm sure Guillermo was like, "Hey, you put me in jail in the first place, so if you can magically get me into Mexico with your pitiful connections I will murder the Mexican drug kingpin for you." Not cheap, just stupidly…

It's just that I've been told that you can find Snickers Fudge in drug stories.

I think I thought that Intervention and those British shows were on the same channel. They both have that same exploitative, aren't-you-glad-this-isn't-you feel.

A&E: We care.
You hate your boring ol' life, you say? Here you go, it's a woman with a rare disease that makes her head look like a shriveled turnip. Bet you feel better about that divorce and stuff now, you asshole. And don't pity her either, because she has overcome more obstacles than your sorry ass ever would in…

Tell me a story
A drug story preferably.

Sounds fishy
Sean is out "sick" today, and this house burned down this morning in his hometown. Coincidence? Maybe not.

Oh, no you didn't just knock Whataburger. GIT OUT!

I live in Austin and my boyfriend and I tried the Toro and Diablo flavors here a few weeks ago when we spotted them in the checkout line at Wal-Mart. Best part: the bag proclaims, "99 cents!" while the price at everyone's favorite superstore was only 88 cents. Screw you, always-less-than-half full bag of…