Ron Jeremy has a personality. He's hot.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. No.

Nobody would lick that.

Every time these moron control freaks utter that 'partial birth abortion' crap, I tune out. You can not reason with idiots like that. I am 61 and I have never, ever met anyone, anywhere, who has or knows someone who's had a partial birth termination. I have no idea where or how you could ever get one. It is the single…

I lost my best friend though personal tragedy. Friends since we were kids, room mates, house mates, single mothers, we raised our own children together. Later we saw each other through marriages and grand children. But, then my son died. Neither of us knew how to handle it. She wasn't there for me because it was too…

Is baby Ruth a real child or.......sorry, I have to ask.

Me too. Kitchen sheers, no mirror, no regrets. Bangs rock.

The Honeydew part is right, that shit belongs directly in the garbage where self respecting Raccoons will shun it, but, wtf on Grapes? I love Grapes. Grapes are my staple. But, come to think of it, the ones that come with fruit plates are pretty bad. I always wonder where commercial kitchens find such mushy, pathetic…

“Labor is bad, but it’s not torture.”

Okay, now not grey. This place confused me sometimes. It's so random with the grey.

Why am I suddenly grey? All I did was say the FB page about shouting our abortions was full of right to lifers and it scared me off. Now I'm grey. I guess you can't tell the truth on here sometimes.

This subject and my dedication to fighting for choice brings me to such an emotional state sometimes that I really fear for my brain. My greatest wish is to bestow a pregnancy, a full term birth, on to the right to life politicians. The men, particularly. I was forced to birth as a teen. I was forced to carry, forced…

You can be a creative witch though. I am an actual practicing witch and I’ve finally decided to go as a witch, but, I refuse to be typical. Here is my hat inspiration. My granddaughter and I are heading out to get the material today.

Me too. Arreeeve-durchi. I have enough trouble with insomnia.

In Iowa the morons call them 'Water Bugs', they come after rains. Still a giant, disgusting you know what.

Burn it. BURN IT TO THE GROUND!!!! Then salt the earth and move to another country.

I had these things called 'Ker-knockers- which were two honest to goodness GLASS balls connected by a string that you banged together. I loved them. I broke them, got another set and broke them too. Glass everywhere. Awesome toy.

My dad did that too. We could rock that concrete right out of the ground and topple the whole thing. Which we did. A lot.

And, just to add MY worst story..I once lived in an apartment complex that was infested with crickets the size of small dogs. After many sleepless night and many ruined clothes, the exterminator finally leveled with me. He said, 'Look mam, aint nuthin' I got here gonna keel no barnyard roach, so I kin keep sprayin' or…

OMG, my deepest, sincerest condolences. I des-fucking-spies crickets. They bite, they jump, they chew your clothes, hell, I've see the big, ugly bastards eat each other! Not to mention the horrible noise they make. OMG I hate them.