Fiber Optic Tree Fulkerson!

In my mind, I bang him and exclaim “you’re welcome!” before disappearing, and as soon as I’m out of earshot I’m like “OHMYGODICAN’TBELIEVETHATHAPPENEDSOHOT”

My best friend and her 11 year old watch “The Vanilla Ice Project” on the DIY channel, and the kid just knows him as a goofy guy who fixes up houses. She laughed and laughed when she heard Ice Ice Baby.

My housekeeping clients had that interview with the K sisters on while I was working in their living room. It was really even-tempered and unremarkable and I think the writer may have been trying to find something to say about it.

The gaping anii in charge probably read all the comments about how much the commenters love the comments left by the other commenters, and were delighted to find another way to fuck over the commenters.

Those comments became the reason I clicked on the feature after a while. It got so most days, there was a genuinely clueless “you guys wrote about this already” or “some of this isn’t even ABOUT Kristin” etc. followed by a barrage of jokingly-unhinged replies from the regulars.

I thought of that as well, isn’t one of PThiel’s literal hobbies bankrolling things like talcum powder and vaginal mesh lawsuits? I can’t imagine having that kind of fuck you time and money and doing anything with it but stuff like riding horses on beaches, making ridiculous mods to my car, opening squirrel cafes,…

I agree. I laugh harder at the comments here than any other site, and I dig the general respect that the crowd here has. I’ve also had so many questions about guy bathroom things answered here that I never knew I had.

I love Roulette! Roulette has two online mommies

When I was in college I (not a Deadhead) lit a Camel Light (yes long ago) in front of a classmate and she said “yo, let me have one of your little Deadhead cigarettes.” I had never heard that before and really haven’t since but now your avatar makes me think she had something.

The Fixer Upper pricks do it to serve gawwwwd

selfish

Good plastic surgery is such a well-kept secret, thanks to, among other things and more specific examples, reality TV. I watch some terrible reality TV and someone’s lips have to take up half their face for me to even notice these days. A friend got an eye lift and she looks lovely and natural, had I not known I would…

Same - I can’t picture her without scrolling up, and I see her pic here, well, you guys all know how often

One of the things I remember so clearly from my first wedding, 20 years ago, is a mini-standoff about mixed metals that resulted in an evening of whispers and glares between some parties. The rest of us were making fun of it for a while. The silliness of the standoff, not the choice to wear mixed metals.

When I was between husbands and still able to drink socially, I would go to the sports bars on Sunday and do the NYT crossword while watching a game or two and glancing around at the guys the other commenter mentioned. It’s a change of scenery from being divorced at home I guess.

This can still get me out on the dance floor, at friends’ weddings and parties and nostalgia nights <3

Self-awareness, which you have, and the support I allow my stubborn self to take, are everything to me. It definitely takes me to the same dark places that bad PMS did, when it’s in effect. I have another touchy factor which is that I am in new-ish (4.5 years) alcohol recovery so sometimes I literally sit and think…

Thank you for this info! They’ve done so right by me so many MANY times and I had no idea they handled, like, way after-care. Semi-related, another commenter mentioned this factor, but I wonder if I won’t get it SO bad (I was being a little dramatic, but not much) since I’ve never had a completed pregnancy or a kid.

It’s a drag and I hate it and nobody warned me about it at all. I am “between doctors” which is to say that my health insurance works at the ER and almost nowhere else, so I’m on my own with the hormones, insane in the membrane, burning from the inside, thick as a tick, but most of the time able to laugh at everything…