Good on you! The ability to make music is the greatest gift you can give to a child.

At the last minute Friday night, I found a replacement honor guard to present colors at a nationally televised event we were sponsoring. Yay! I'm a hero!

This is my sweet, stupid, asshole cat all the way. Meows like crazy to get loved on, then turns away as soon as you put your hands on him. Rinse, repeat, until he gets tossed outside.

I like your version. I would watch the shit out of that movie.

That was an awesome display of the white man's overbite.

Me too, I know she can be abrasive, but it's right up my alley. And I looooove how she gossips about other people in her standup shows. The stories she tells about Cher and her meeting with Mary Tyler Moore make me snortle.

The fish were just basic, but the clam makes you hardcore. Hellooooooo sexy.

It makes me crazy when I hear them lionize the military in public, then call soldiers bullet sponges in private. I once had a snotty soccer mom tell me that minorities join because they are too stupid to make it anywhere else. Uh, we have a lot of kids with degrees enlist because they want leadership training and life…

Make it a year and I am on board. Compulsary military service for chickenhawks is another one I would like to see. But then they would complain about their freedums.

This really got me excited because I've tried to use Mint in the past with no success as none of my bank information is available via their search function. Sadly, neither is the credit module and it keeps trying to get me to load an account that it can't find. Fail. :(

I hate Katy because she tries a little too hard with the ingenue thing. Honey, you are 30, it's too late for that shtick. Tay...mmmm... how do I put this without getting stabbed...she seems very earnest.

Dlisted will set you straight. Drink some wine and let Michael K's scathing wit and expert shade throwing soothe your troubled soul.

So to be clear, being a cum-bucket is bad? Because I am about to finish my degree in cum disposal and need to know before sending out resumes.

So, I'm just spitballing here, but I think that someone is you. Just call me N. S. Sherlock.

I thought it was refreshing to see. No one can complain about it being shoved in their face, as it was only hinted at (so I recall, admittedly it's been a while since I read the books). It truly amazes me to see people in this day and age stunned by homosexuality.

Also, welcome back. You have been missed. I am so sorry about your dad.

Ell oh ell

*silent screaming in her head* OMGOMGOMG DID YOU SEE THAT EYEBROW LIFT? YOU COULD DROWN A TODDLER IN MY PANTIES!

Go forward with it and report back. I want to know if he snores and drools before I allow him to ravage me.

Pffft, that's nothing RR, I straight up ate a piece of crab cake off the floor at my granny's house the other day. It dropped off my fork and landed spicy sauce up, so I narfed it. Where's my recognition? I can assure you, I ate it adorably.