evilsciencechick
evilsciencechick
evilsciencechick

At six feet, I’ve never had a problem when my partner is shorter. I used to sleep with a woman who was 4’11 and the only thing we really had issues with is simultaneous oral sex (because all my height is in my torso, not my legs). But we made it work. Life — and oral sex — finds a way.

“Feel Like Bacon Love”

I wish I could give more than one star to this. I guess this one will have to do:

OK cool. I’ve got 100 family members who I see regularly and love (Xmas is 70 people, minimum, on my dad’s side). We have 50 friends we see regularly and love, and they all have spouses and kids. My fiance’s parents owe their basic survival in the U.S. to their network of friends who insured they didn’t starve.

I would do anything for meatloaf, but I won’t do that.

His primary cancer was ocular melanoma. I have ocular melanoma and feel like I have lost a brother in the fight.

This is Mojo. He had just viciously destroyed his best friend, his favorite toy for over 2 years.

My fluffy pumpkin, Castiel. Also responds to commander chub chub.

I saw someone do this with an Archer costume for Halloween in Seattle and it looked amazing.

I grew up on a farm and we raised sheep so I do know about sheep.

Next week will be Revenge, so while not light, it’ll definitely be cathartic.

Dear dining public:

This entitled housewife looks back at her impressionable child and calmly says “She is yelling because that girl deserves it, the service is terrible every time we come here.” And then she looked me straight in the eyes.

My “bone” folder is appropriately hidden within my laptop.

My panties just FELL OFF

Have I ever told you my theory about how the Huns were actually a time-travelling band of 31st-century post-apocalyptic warriors who stumbled across a time vortex while scavenging in the ruins of Cincinnati?

See, that was when I started unhooking. Nothing gets me ready to flash the goods than tangential and historically innaccurate diatribes.

My husband worked hard on that ad.

Many years ago at the group home for developmentally disabled teens where I worked there was a resident who really, really wanted to go to the best steak house in the city for his 18th birthday. He had behavior and anger issues, but was determined to earn that birthday dinner, and he managed it. So another staff