Don’t forget how he’s “handsome” and “muscular” but somewhat “overweight” which causes him to be self-conscious. Chicks relate to that, right? And he’s clever. He told us so. His licence plate “cleverly” spelled out his first name in numbers and letters (don’t do this. Don’t ever do this). 

God, I totally hope I come back as a violent spirit, who haunts an attic and hunts a college girl. I want this more than I want anything in my corporeal life. 

Me too! I keep getting the urge to re-read it, then I think to myself, “Why, dummy? Why do that to yourself?”

I’m totally going to go read that. Right now.

A year? Sweet summer child. Next fucking week. 

Poor trash can. 

Me too! It started with, A Serbian Film and there’s been no looking back since.

Best of luck to you, Guys. I’ve had some serious health issues in the past couple of years, and I know how it can really knock you for a loop. Air high five, buddy. 

You go, BroBro Kitty. 

I took my goddaughter to lunch one day. She was positive the place we had chosen had a butter chicken poutine on the menu. There are only a handful of restaurants in our podunk town, and, like, two that maybe have butter chicken. This place had the butter chicken, but not the poutine. She asked the server if it had…

They should be charged double for being evolutionarily weak. 

I’ll be your friend. 

Tell him you’ll be happy to see him; once you have a few ‘Strangers on a Train’-type details to work out with a few Internet friends...

Oh, dammit. I am so torn. I want to look, but I... don’t?

God, I hope so.

Only one way to find out... 

My garden had a lovely yield of tomatoes this year. Who’s got the lettuce and who can bake bread?

Well, you’re just a peach. That was lovely. 

But which one...?

And, in a dark room somewhere, an SVU writer just got her wings...