my friend's grandmother fed her her pet duck. she was about 9 years old.

but you mean the normal-sized ones, i'm sure.

when i left paris to join my now-husband in california, we gave his cat a tranquilizer so he could make the trip in relative comfort. he came out of it like a charm and lived another 10 years.

i must be doing something wrong.

my grandfather would yell at me for not understanding when was only joking-angry (and so, crying at his joke), and also for not understanding when he was serious angry (and so, laughing at his anger). i straight-up could *not* tell the difference.

i remember one particular video my daughter was watching where a toddler was repeatedly saying that she didn't want to be filmed and crying ("no, daddy, no youtube, please daddy, no youtube"), and daddy was giggling: "you don't want this on youtube? you don't want daddy to film?". daddy's an exploitive asshole.

that's what i read elsewhere too.

she probably felt she needed them to help corral her two toddlers.

citation needed.

this former french catholic (now american atheist) learned plenty of old testament stories.

oh, look! a marvel fanboy!

benjamin tillman (august 11, 1847 – july 3, 1918) did whatever he could to make damn sure you'd know..

it's the relationships, man!

but that's just It.

when rules are egregiously stupid, such as the 'no leggings' rule, we can discuss them as such.

he started it.

it's ok, we all know a few good ones among you.

since he saw that video showing a big mac unchanged in spite of being left out for a year or whatever, my 14-year old son refuses to eat mcdonald's on road trips (or at any other time), no matter how much his father and sister beg. complicates things a bit.

why should he? this guy is best ignored.

with just cause: