I saw the picture and I was like, “Wow... Tim Roth looks a lot different than I remembered.”

I promised you some pics. Here they are, from Colombo, Sri Lanka. Final one is us at Dubai International Airport shortly before take off.

I’m gonna show off a little tonight. Mr. Bells’ office just had their holiday party, Oscar Night themed. I decided to go all-out and whipped this up in a week.

I think what complicates things is that the norms of dating back them really are against modern sensibilities. What we call rape now back then was seen as boys will be boys. It’s was a woman’s job to say no, and a man’s job to persist. And neither of them labeled it rape, even if it was rape.

Loesser wrote it, and he and his wife used to perform it at parties. When he sold the rights, she divorced him because it was ‘their’ song (she also divorced him for other reasons, bu that didn’t help). Certainly the song is antiquated, but it doesn’t exactly deserve the date-rape reputation it currently has. It’s…

Someone on Twitter recently (I wish I could remember who) pointed out that, the way it was originally written and performed, what this song is really about is a woman who wants to buck social norms of propriety and stay with him but feels pressured to leave so she doesn’t suffer social consequences and stigma. And…

I’m late, but I must join. I’m the youngest and my two older sisters used to love to get me to believe the dumbest stuff which I always fell for.

My dad told us about the crazy animals he met while interning as a doctor: Ralph, the tree climbing kangaroo, and Smedley, the skunk with no smell. And Alice, who was the gorilla that sat on our roof every night and scared away bad guys (she got Christmas Eve off so she wouldn’t scare Santa and the reindeer.) Alice…

I thought that, too! And tying in with the above, since I knew if the president died, the VP would become president, I always wondered why the VP didn’t just kill the president.

I have two:

I believed that chocolate milk came from brown cows as per my older brother until I was 14 and we took a school field trip to a farm and I saw a brown cow being milked. Never mentioned it again to anyone.

Our parents told us we had an older brother who had been really bad and because he was so bad they had to put up in the really big thick tree in our backyard. His name was Steve. When we were bad our parents would remind us about Steve. Realistically they only talked about it a few times but that shit was real to me…

I remember trying, unsuccessfully, to hatch a baby squirrel from one such egg I withheld from my lunch.

For a large portion of my childhood, until maybe age 8ish, my parents had me convinced that my Uncle Tommy and John Paxson were the same person. They looked eerily similar particularly in the early 80s 15” television we had. I watched every single game, knew his every stat and my Uncle Tommy would call after most…

I legitimately believed that the lake my family cottage was on - in northern Quebec, no less- was full of great white sharks because my douche uncles swore it was true.

My father was famous for making us (my little brother and I) believe all sorts of things. He even had my brother convinced when he was about five that he was a monkey upon birth, but we shaved him and cut off his tail.

I convinced my then girlfriend (now wife) the the accapella group at her alma mater was having some of its awards taken away in a steroid scandal.

An ex told me he had terminal cancer to get me to keep having sex with him. I didn't fuck him, but I did believe he had cancer

My brother told me that “fly-fishing” was when you rented a helicopter and flew over a river with your fishing line hanging down from the helicopter into the river.

Do black people serve jive turkeys during the holiday season?