A coworker of mine swears by the Ion brand, though I haven’t tried it yet. I bought a Splat kit, but haven’t used it because she warned me. Does anyone know of a truly permanent dye for funky colors? I want to cover my gray with a sapphire blue color, and I don’t want to worry about it washing out because I have to…

Nietzsche needed hugs, yes.

OTOH, if the kitty is doing that pet my tummy trap it’s the philosopher who gets the claws.

That’s cool, I just wanted to point out that any disease can be dangerous. Microbes hate the shit outta us.

Also this: http://www.cracked.com/blog/icing-more-like-bullshit/

Interesting. In the ten months I was jobless I never got sick. Two weeks into my new job, I got a cold that promptly turned into bronchitis. Even so, this job still is better than my previous one, where I got gastroenteritis two times in two years from my coworker, who was a mom. I think the lesson here is stay the…

That’s very nice. A bit too modern for me, but it wouldn’t be hard to throw in a few more traditional touches to warm it up. It’s like make-up: it’s easier to add more than take off.

Rotavirus is nothing to sneeze at either: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Offit#Rotavirus_vaccine

Nah, I think Trump’s people have evidence of his latest kill and are blackmailing him.

My mom’s cat is named Clancy. He’s a fluffy orange dude who I think is part Maine Coon. His former humans must’ve missed his fuzzy orange balls because they named him Sophie. I just looked at him and the first name that came to mind was Clancy. Cats sort of name themselves. My first kitty was dubbed Loco by my mom…

The theme of the song is about distinguishing the real from illusion, so having her voice sound gritty works. If her voice were more polished, it would totally contradict the point she’s making.

Especially since the fucker was found guilty which is amazing given how hard it is these days.

The “Do you permit it?” scene in Les Miserables, both the book and the various portrayals on screen and stage gets me. Forget Marius/Cosette, E/R is the real love story.

I’d give points for alliteration. “I’d pop that pussy.” “I’d tear that twat.” “I’d copulate that cunt.”

I can fap to this.

Depends. Am I Ragnar Lothbrok in this scenario?

Marry me.?!

Counter-counterpoint, great white sharks’ beautiful blue eyes:

He was fuckin’ Ahab and the ‘copter was his Moby Dick! How fucking ridic is that?