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You know what’s funny? Giving blue cheese dressing to a kid who loves ranch dressing. The transition from delighted anticipation to shattered innocence is immediate.

This makes me wistful. I used to love tequila, but then, one day my liver decided it was done with it and punishes me for drinking it. I can drink other stuff, but tequila is a one-way ticket to a throbbing headache.

If the body snatchers were motivated by saving the body from cremation, it seems like they went balls out on step one of their scheme, but I question whether as much planning went into step two. Because, now what? Surreptitious body burying NEVER looks good.

Not to cast aspersions on dock workers, but poor VD girl’s response to Lady Cop makes it sound like dock workers are known for their chastity.

The “What are the behavioral patterns of Indigos?” section reads like a sociopathy checklist.

Do you think she dies her black roots black? They should be at least somewhat grey right? If so, that seems like a lot of work for a look that’s supposed to show that you don’t care that much, i.e. not keeping up with your roots.

So that’s that. I tried down (almost died). I tried up (too hard). Looks like I’m just going to live on Step One here.

Same. My first thought was, like, I didn’t even know they had energy drinks back then. Then a second later, after the math kicks in, I realize we’re talking about the 90’s which doesn’t seem THAT long ago. My final thought on this issue is that I’m old.

How did a former journalist and a reputable publication both skip the step of asking to see the ad with the low wages BEFORE insinuating that a NYT writer fabricated that ad.

“My whole life.. romance, suspense, drama, action, cartoons,” she wrote at the top of an Instagram feed full of pictures of Pikula modeling bikinis, eating luxe meals and flashing designer clothes and purses.

“earning 18 percent support among registered Republicans — beating Jeb Bush by 3 points.” Ouch. That’s got to make it hard for Jeb Bush to sleep at night.

A sample size of one is statistically significant, right?

Maybe for some kids he becomes the embodiment of devastating loss. He’s cute, but a poor substitute for an orphan’s (basically) murdered brother. Or maybe I’m projecting and it’s just because he’s huge, expressionless and barely verbal.