Anyone remember "gern?" Maybe it was a California thing, but I still love when I hear someone say, "He's such a gern," or "She gerned me."

One of my favorite Seinfeld episodes ever. Also one of the best memories of have of my mom when she was bedridden before she died. We laughed until we cried when he installed the disposal in his shower. Classic.

I've posted this before, but for women, if you are afraid to sit on the toilet (I am not), please do not piss all over the toilet seat or mummify it with toilet paper for me to clean up. The germs on the back of your thighs are minimal, unless you've been sitting on a toilet seat that someone has peed all over.

I can see and hear the traffic in the WC at my office and although I am not a germaphobe, there is no way I touch any doorknobs in my office without a tissue, pulling my sweater down over my hand to protect it etc...

I don't care if it considered acceptable these days or not...it is tacky as all hell to ask for money for your wedding. It just is. I'll prepare for the onslaught of tacky people who asked for money for their wedding now...

I went to a wedding as a child (age 7 or 8) where the bride made the mistake of inviting her high school ex-boyfriend, whom, until that point had been friendly with the couple, going on double dates with his wife and his ex-girlfriend and her fiancee.

Has anyone ever watched the shoe-throwing meltdown of Mama Joyce and the Aunties when Kandi Burress was wedding dress shopping on RHOA*? Brides and their families be crazy and hysterical. For dysfunctional families, "the dress search" brings out the absolute worst in seemingly sane people, and old resentments and pent…

I read her article this morning - having not heard of the movie - and thought Prudie had lost her goddamn mind. I love "My wife gives bad blowjobs" stories as much as anyone - but I will never read her column again. WTFP?

I had to think for a second also. Was he asking to rearrange her boobs in her bra?

Go to his website (I won't post link, I just can't...) First up - some goddamn recipe that Scott and his wife like. Second - a glowing post about how Walker is a huge advocate of domestic abuse and violence against women. People believe that shit. Like they believe Fox. We're doomed.

Any woman who has ever/will ever vote for him can rot in hell. Also, like David Bowie, I'm afraid of Americans. And I am one. We are one fucked up, scary as hell, assbackwards country if this guy is some kind of front runner for anything but asshole of the month club at the Biggest Assholes in the Country Club.

We had POTATO CHIP delivery in my neighborhood. They would drop off a big tin can of chips every so often depending how many chips your family ate! I had totally forgotten about that.

True True! I miss California AA so much. I met some major friends for life....but then I had to move back to the midwest for a variety of reasons. But like I said, I really needed something when I got sober because I didn't know at that time whether to shit or go crazy!! I've actually had and continue to have some…

I've been sober for 10+ years now. I go to AA, but have to take it in small doses because I find it gets very clickish (clique-ish?) and judgy. I use it as one of many tools. I do admit I needed it a lot in the beginning - but for me it fell/falls short on the mental health aspect of the disease. I can't always pray…

Me too. I will NEVER live down shit I did from age 7-20. NEVER. BTW - I was acting out basically from the neglect and mental torment of some pretty hardcore abuse by relatives. Who are now sainted in death.

My home life rendered me a hand-wringing, anxiety-ridden mess most of my life. I've got some bad genetics working against me as well. I numbed myself with drugs and alcohol...only to find that getting sober made things actually worse....because, you know, feelings and such. I take medication now - but literally no one…

I was concerned that my mother was carrying around billions of sperm minnows in her body! She was mortified.

I don't have that many memories of my dad, but I do vividly recollect joking around with him when I was 5 or 6 and nonchalantly saying, "Oh haha Daddy, you're such a bastard!!" Let's just say my parents marriage was pretty much finito by that time so it didn't take him long to figure out where I'd heard that.

I was a streaker myself, after every bath. Far after it was cute.

No one would tell me what sex was and so I looked up "sexual intercourse" in the enclyclopedia (our internets in the 70s.) The definition (paraphrased) said that "the man places his penis in the womans vagina." I had no idea how this placing happened. I thought maybe they detached it and laid it next to the vagina…