I thought it was a sad slug.

This happened a while ago in England, where the child had even been forced into a wheelchair as part of the scam. There is a lot of terrible shit that goes on out there.

It took me a long time to realise that I didn't actually like big puffy dresses, having my hair oil slicked back into a bouquet of a bun, or standing around and waiting for no one to ask me to dance so I could go and happily cry about it in the bathroom, which seemed to be everyone else's MO at dances up until that…

Oh they're wonderful. I have some old issues of a local paper from when my mother was little, and it has gems like "Mrs L Ferguson called on Mrs B Ferguson on Sunday afternoon after church. The latter was not at home."

I love that your mom calls Twitter Chipper. My mother calls YouTube "the Utube", and I swear I can hear that capital U when she says it out loud.

Somebody used that word on me this morning, and I'm still clueless.

Having not gone to a North American university, I do feel that, in ways, I was missing out on something. Or not.

EAT THEM ALL, MOLLY, EAT THEM ALL.

I think I am one of the only people in the world who doesn't like potatoes.

Hear hear!

Exactly, people just don't understand that there is a market for this stuff. And we've been waiting.