This makes me recall that one of the first gifts my now-husband gave me when we were a-courtin' was a stuffed donkey...and now I realize he was making a political statement.

I repin your drinking!

I have thought this same thing, although I think I ended up dividing it into four parts (midwest, south, northeast and west/southwest). It's only a matter of time.

Did you see him SuperTroopers where he has to eat all the mushrooms when they get pulled over?

If only he had not strayed to the path of darkness, and my love for him could have remained untarnished. Alas.

So in a sense, yes.

Fuck. What a nasty world we live in.

Alcohol is THE date rape drug. He might not have put anything in her drink, but he sure as hell could have kept buying her more. Yes. This is horrifying.

Hmmm...that wasn't what I read, at all.

In the top ranks of corrupt cities, please do not forget New Orleans and Philadelphia. Thank you. That is all.

"I told mom I wasn't going to wear a stupid scarf. God, I hate how she tries to control what I wear.

This caused my dog to do the old "look behind the computer" thing, to see if the babies were in there. Love the doggy mind.

Wow. The "horrible, horrible people" remark is pretty harsh. How about we settle for saying that people who continue to buy bulldogs are misguided and undereducated? That seems to sum it up. We can save "horrible, horrible people" for something a little more...horrible.

Didn't the Spice Girls already reunite just a few years ago? It was a joke in my family, because my brother flew to England to see them, and I remember telling my dad if we hadn't already known my brother was gay, that would have been the major tip-off. It couldn't have been more than 5 years ago.

We're talking about Grover Norquist here, pretty much the worst person on earth, who compared estate taxes to the Holocaust (yes, I heard him say it, on Fresh Air). He says all kinds of fucked up stuff.

Because nothing that awesome could be real. Except that then it was.

I wouldn't bang him with somebody else's lady parts. Yuck-o.

I will confess, I did think you were making it up. Holy cow. That is amazing.

Take the money, man. You got all them kids, and that big house. Do it.

Like the person making it had never *actually* seen a wiener. Like the penile equivalent of those drawings of camels and sea monsters by people who'd only read accounts of them.