This from the guy who first asked if she was hot. Still, I was mildly impressed.

There will come a time when the parents don’t have time to go to these lengths (e.g. another kid comes along, the job gets more demanding, they just get fucking exhausted by this) and what then? The kid will think their parents no longer love them as much.

I’m not giving up Potbelly cookies, so I will willfully ignore any scandal.

GREAT DANES ARE THE BEST! I would like to have another one. This one.

This is a kid who has been burned before.

I love that teacher!

Abigail Breslin must read Yoko’s tweets, too.

He said “graphic depictions of sexuality” not sex. Like he couldn’t deal with relationships being presented.

She didn’t want to keep the leftovers and thought they’d stink up her garbage?

It really does. There have been a couple of stories in Behind Closed Ovens about it. The height of arrogance.

Okay, but what about Down to You? Is that still not that bad? I need the answer to be yes.

Ha! If that were true then we would tip at the beginning of the meal, and not like those assholes who put a pile of twenty ones on the table and take one away for each perceived inadequacy.

It makes my teeth itch just to think about eating a green banana.

I mean, she only has herself to blame.

I thought it was something like this but more along the lines of high school kids couldn’t get a job at Starbucks these days because unemployed adults were getting them instead. I have no idea what’s going on with that sentence, though.

We did have a conversation about body image issues after she said I was right, and we’re still friends two years after that conversation. Sometimes you have to at least attempt the difficult topics.

I was hanging out with a new-ish friend, and we were deciding what theatre show to see. She told me she didn’t want to see any of the burlesque shows because she didn’t want to see women with flabby stomachs half-naked. I said that the women were clearly comfortable in their bodies to be able to get up in front of a…

I guess we should be grateful it’s not “woe.”

Yeah, as children my brother and I found my parents’ Joy of Sex. We learned a lot, and not just about how hairy people can be. Also found some massage oil that we accidentally spilled on their comforter. Got caught on that one because apparently giant pieces of bedding don’t fit in standard washing machines.

I had an internship right after college, and the manager of my department was trying to figure out how to create a position for me. I was young, so I didn’t want to push too much, but once my internship ended, I left town to go back to living with my parents because there was no position yet. Once the position was…