Given the state of suicide rates in Japan, I think they could learn something from us as well

Basically what I’m trying to say is why doesn’t my daughter like Queens of the Stone Age or the Beastie Boys?

She nearly bled to death having me.

Perfect. I’m a wife and I would want to know everything.

I have to disagree. The only way to eat Bugles is to fill them with spray cheese. On second thought, I guess that doesn’t necessarily preclude finger wearing

So I guess he’d been planning to give me my walking papers. But after finding out I was pregnant he did the honorable thing; went Dutch on the abortion and stayed in the picture until I managed to go three consecutive days without crying.

Way back when I ordered a chicken pot pie at KFC and when I got home it felt kind of light when I pulled it out of the bag. Sure enough it was crust only... no filling. Got in the car, took it back, and the guy at the counter just said “musta been Sean.” A new pot pie with filling was provided.

One time when I was outside of a Cheesecake Factory smoking a cigarette a man propositioned me thinking I was a hooker.

Also, because I'm still excited:

I have Snow Peach! Revlon re-released it and four other retired lipsticks as a limited edition collection last year. It's a bright peachy-melon-pink.

One of the bachelors... arrived at the party wearing a navy necktie decorated with tiny pig figures, and the letters "M.C.P." under each pig. "It's a male chauvinist pig tie," he explained.

I was born in NYC in early 1975. My parents met because they lived in the same building in Washington Heights, where all the hipster (read: white) young people got to know each other and play music, smoke pot and whatnot. My dad wore a cape until the dry cleaner lost it. Anyway, it didn't work out between them :( …

I don't think so. She repeatedly said she didn't want to be rude and didn't know how to react. He was her neighbor and an adult male who was helping her out. Yes, she was a fan, but I'm not sure what repercussions really needed to exist.

in my mind I call her 'second wife'.

I'm 23, but I know I'm an adult because in my wardrobe I have a plastic bag with a load of plastic bags crunched up within. I will need all of them one day. Nobody can take them away from me.

This is one of those times when a photo says it all. The menu in question:

As a seven year old, I raided the kitchen for my art supplies. I took some herbs, green food coloring, lemon juice, and turmeric powder to create this. My dad was so angry at me for destroying the kitchen and geting half the spice cabinet all over the floor, but he took this, and he framed it because he thought it was…

Hey, why they mad? 'Cause she spilled the Truth Tea?