lol. The squirt bottle works for my boyfriend, but not my cat! My cat would rather be a d-bag and get wet than abstain from terrorizing me/the dog/the boyfriend
lol. The squirt bottle works for my boyfriend, but not my cat! My cat would rather be a d-bag and get wet than abstain from terrorizing me/the dog/the boyfriend
I think it's also a fear thing. I know women who, as life has fucked up their sense of optimism and independence, start to gravitate toward submission. I think making life decisions are scary for people, so if they can give over control to someone they love then it's easier to sleep at night. After all, if…
With the Plan B, I guess I'm hoping there won't be many more 'late' abortions, because if it's readily available then why not just pop one after an accident/indiscretion, instead of waiting to find out, etc. Of course, there will always be people who make up their mind later, but if we (as women) need less abortions,…
Not only does he think fetuses masturbate, but he believes it is only the male fetuses. Wow. Paging Dr. Freud on this guy.
It is! Using one thing I love to defend another thing I love makes me very happy.
Hmm that sounds kind of awful, but if they think it's important for healing and recovery, then I'll defer to their expertise. Obviously there's plenty of time for reading once you've seen to your health.
No, I did not get banned. I left because it was too upsetting, and wouldn't come back because it gave me physical pain/nausea to contemplate everything that had happened during the holocaust. I was just mentioning it because the image of the burned books is seared in my mind because of that day.
Yeah, that's verbatim what I said. Oh, wait, no. That's not what I said. I said that was what sprang to my mind as an obvious example of book banning. And that they were pretty famous for it. Which they were, and are.
I don't generally use Nazi Germany comparisons, but with the whole banned books thing, that's the first hyperbolic statement that came to mind. They are pretty famous for banning and burning books. So sorry to have offended your delicate sensibilities.
I didn't think that sounded so bad (leaving out the whole detoxing part), until you got to the no tv and no outside books bit. What is this, Nazi Germany? I hope they had enough 'inside books' to go around.
I think that all the attention went to national representatives, and the ones (Todd Akin) who said stupid things got soundly beaten. But on the state level, there wasn't a lot of media attention in the last few election cycles. The same young people (like me) who went out and voted for Obama so happily just forgot…
Just watched the Adipose industries episode of Doctor Who last night and these little guys are looking eerily familiar.
I read that as 'Magic Mike' and was wondering how I missed George Michael Bluth in that god-awful stripper movie.
A+++ for Pride & Prejudice reference.
My vet superglued a bit of my dog's ear back together on Sunday after my bf got him with the clippers. Who knew.
My new mailman was flirting with me yesterday (I think). Maybe he had the same idea as Russell? If so, he picked the wrong girl, since my response to flirting of any kind is a few vowel sounds and then awkward escape from the situation.
You got me. I'd better get down to the men-only club and tell everyone the jig is up because the fuzz is on to us. Damn you and your amazing detective skills. Off you go, I'm sure there's a Maltese falcon out there that needs finding.
You're the one following me around the site to comment repeatedly about me being a secret man. I'm looking down on you for that. I'm also looking down on you now for using the desire to have gay sex as an insult. But you've already showed that you're prejudiced against gay men and all men, so I shouldn't be…
give what to him furiously? My...affection? good will? admiration? Yes, I will give him all those things, furiously if necessary. He's cute, nice, smart, and seems (from what I can glean through the lens of public persona) to be a good person. That deserves some furiously given affection.
Oh, you. You are just my favorite. Now that you've accused me of secretly being a man, I'm starting to think you're actually a man. Either way, keep following me around the internet, if you've got nothing better to do. But besmirch my SMerch, and we've got a problem. He's adorable and I love him. Your stupidity…