“the talking pile of discarded cantaloupe rinds” THIS.

Can’t like this enough.

Great before-and-after!

The horrror .... oh the humanity!

Derivative ass ducks are a financial instrument designed traders who specialize in agricultural commodities. I watched The Big Short this weekend, so I know.

So interesting! What are the reflexes? Why does this work?

“I just wanna punch that guy in the face.” A friend said this about Kasich. Not me.

I just thought of another one: Playboy into a Man by Elvis Costello and Paul McCartney. It’s horribly wordy, but the hook in the chorus is pretty clear: “She’s going to make you suffer tonight/Turn you from a playboy into a man.” There’s also lines about “your gold chains jingling” and “standing in your underwear.”

Yikes! Hahahaha!

“Twisting” by They Might Be Giants.

The United Church of Christ KICKS ASS!

Plagiarizing J.M.W. Turner. Hm.

Right! Like Der Spiegel! (The Mirror?). So “spieglein” is “my little mirror,” maybe?

“You who build these alters now, to sacrifice your children, you must not do it any more.” Leonard Cohen.

How could one *sleep* through being fondled? More likely they kept their eyes shut tight out of fear and pretended to be asleep, also out of fear.

You are wise: “The financial consequences of fraternity membership can be devastating, and they devolve not on the 18-year-old “man” but on his planning-for-retirement parents.” http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archi…

She’s an entertainer. Does she entertain? Yes? Then ... OK. Entertain on, Rebel!

Exactly. The sight of someone kneeling at your feet . . . it’s horrid. I had it done once and at least it was the salon owner so I don’t feel like I exploited anyone. But honestly ... kneeling in front of me and cleaning my toes? Can I not figure out a way to do this myself?

My mother and I sorta-kinda vanished for a week when I was 11 (this was in the 70s so no FB, no cell phone). My dad was out of town, my mother had a break-down thing, and we went to stay with one of her friends. It was in the summer so no school for me, but my friends had called our house and had no idea where I was.…

Alas, that honor is not mine.