Didn’t Hitler’s niece (that he was apparently sleeping with, because that guy was the worst in every way) say something derogatory about his penis?

Ted’s alien overlords must be so proud.

I’m wondering which scene this was. Hopefully not the one in which Trudy and Pete danced the charleston.

Oh, so Socality Barbie has a food diary now?

I had one the week before last. Snow in Tennessee rocks - people lose their minds and everything shuts down when snow falls, but it’s always gone within a day or two.

Me too! My high school prom date remains one of the coolest guys I’ve ever known. We’ve been friends for so long that our husbands are even friends now.

They’re properly grossed out.

I have a friend who does this! She usually sends flaccid pics in return.

Didn’t she have enough of this after doing 9 1/2 Weeks?

I can totally picture my grandma sitting in that living room. She’d be sitting in the darker pink chair clutching her purse as if her life depended on it, wearing too much pink blush and with a scowl on her face.

I really hope the owners were once very close, personal friends of Liberace. I’d hate to think he missed this masterpiece.

That’s my thought. I can see why he’d want to be there as Malia’s dad and not the President that day.

I do. I just don’t think the folks in this film did.

I was being hyperbolic to make a point about the differences between “hardcore” now and “hardcore” in the 1960s paranoia movieland.

The square-jawed detectives start looking into Paul, a city councilman’s son—the same city councilman who opposed a ban on the kind of nasty stuff sold at that local variety store. They poke around his room and discover magazines, paperbacks, movies, even slides—“strictly hardcore stuff.”

That’s what I was thinking! I went to college in Iowa. The winter of my sophomore year was a horrifically cold winter – it broke all sorts of all-time cold records and stayed that way for weeks. My friends and I only went out when we had to, but we had an unwritten rule that no one went out without a thick coat,…

I used to live in Iowa, and this is the best description I’ve ever read of how I felt in the coldest part of winter.

STOP DYING, COOL AND TALENTED PEOPLE!

Aw, really? I thought the smoking might have been what was keeping the mosquitos off of my dad. I guess he was just lucky and didn’t taste good for another reason.