I was asked to foster a last chance Weimeramer and he was the most difficult dog I have ever had. The energy, the Strength and the protective biting was too much for me. He was the only dog I couldn't fix. The day before his appointment to be fixed he bit my nephew and that was his third bite. Man that was rough. …

That was very well put Jangalian, I came across some pictures of pits used as babysitters from the turn of the century. I am way more afraid and suspicious of chows...

I have an opposite reaction. I think we, as smart women can tell the difference between a man who has a Pit or Rott for status and dickswinging purposes. As a pitbull owner and rescuer I would respect and trust someone that had a properly trained and excercised Pit or Rott. It shows strength of character and…

I found the shit pellets easy to clean up, the pee on the other hand really dug in. The worst, however, was when my goat would get in the house and go straight for the cat food. I would fuss him out screaming, "Its' against Nature's plan, you are a vegetarian!" The resulting exploding poop was proof of that. I…

Thank you. Oh Harvey, you white male you.

ooohhhh, what did he do with Velvet Goldmine? I love that glitter bomb mess of a movie. Please spill.

Thank you! The other reason to keep goats out of the living room is their pee in nearly caustic.

Because, she had the courage to rise from sweet island girl singer, embrace her sexuality and make whiny pop music. Yeah, I dunno. I just want her to put on some clothes and open a book. Did I mention that I am very, very old?

Oh Rihanna, just stop. You're hot. You like to drink and fuck. Noted.

This is the haircut that got me sent to the all girls' Catholic boarding school in the mid '80s. Best thing I ever did. Several years ago, I tried it again, and it was a delight in the deep Southern Louisiana heat. I called it Hair Conditioning! Growing out is a bitch though.

thank you! (shakes booty)

Let's see what memories of 80's New Orleans I can dig out...La Boucherie-gotta pull some taffy. Charities Brah. Andy Capps, Jimmys', X-Art-then XXX, the tree of death, Hummingbird for breakfast! The blue crystal. My liver and lungs began to seize in memory, must stop now. thanks for the good times, you lazy old…

Back in 99, I was thrilled to move home to New Orleans into a real Nola style duplex with a fancy kitchen with gorgeous granite counters. Felt so grown up. Every time anything glass or ceramic was near the granite it was dead, and a dangerous mess to clean up. My late mothers crystal, dying one glass at a time. …

I have a herd of mostly rescue horses, and I foster cruelty seizures. Often they come up with abcesses (sp?) in their hoof walls, after popping the abcess (sp?), after soaking the hoof. One must usually make a hoof bandage, and it is sometimes advantages to use a pad instead of cotton balls. You basically stuff…

Bear couldn't, he was back at the hotel, and they only had gold plated mini-pads there.

Shock therapy is actually still around, in much smaller doses apparently. Carrie Fisher was the first I had heard about it being used again. I believe she describes it as a "wake up Jolt" My summation is only paraphrasing of course. She loves it, it does effect short term memory, but it provides her with relief…

Joan and Sookies' super duper vaginas' could save the save everthing!

Yes! Plus that women is just so... womanly. She is one of the few older actresses that haven't destroyed their face. Julia Ormond is a goddess. I am surprised the combined hotness of Silver Fox and French Femme Fatale didn't make my tv go boom.

Yup, I second that emotion. Don's walk out of the set, started it. Not a swagger, but a directness. Then that last look before the credits. Shazam indeed.

Great, I just got a new cavity.