A friend of mine peed in her wedding gown...I'd like to link this story to her for a laugh but no one's EVER ALLOWED TO SPEAK ABOUT IT.

I just bought my little brother a size 12 HUSKY. Husky? I wanted to cry for him. But he just thought it was funny.

Holy shit. Am I naive or is this just shocking beyond belief?

He charmed me to death and I'm not a kid lover. Adorable sweetness.

Look at her arms. I want arms like that.

That dress looks hot. Temperature hot. Isn't it still June?

@optical_allusion: Great minds and all...it would be interesting to see which half of Solomon's baby the fanatics choose. Except in this metaphor it's not heads or tails, but dead babies or gay babies...if it were heads or tails, we'd know. Christians always pick tails.

@hortense: No that takes education and cultivation. Best to just curse the darkness. Fire is from the devil and all...

I hope the key to curing homosexuality is stem cell research. Just to fuck with them.

Why is the little chick dead?

@Door: You should try it:

Hemp can be refined and very soft, just like cotton. I cry for hemp.

Like I did too...

Whoops:

@Cry4Hemp: Also, I get your name and I love it. We might be TV soul mates.

@MissKittyFantastico: She'd look hot in cut offs.

Objectifying yourself? That's what bikinis and oil are for!

@your Mrs. Robinson: Irony: Christmas is an affront to the Lord, then.

@Our Lady of the Massacre: It's such a private issue - grieving is unique to everyone. I would never tell someone what they needed or deserved. But that's why I'm not a politician or religious.

@MattapanTrolley: You're wrong. I was just riffing (in mid dialog) about how highly dissected our choices as women are. And if we *gasp* change our mind about something or make a mistake of choice it's under a microscope. It's not an argument of analogy. Today's been a day with a lot of posts about how people seem…