Oh heyyy, ya. I heard about this a weekend ago on the Vegas npr affiliate I can sometimes tune in to. "Very, interesting. Who's Dinah?" "Oh well you see, Dinah's my cat..."

"Deer Protein - Handshakes - Stillness"

What I want to know is this: Why don't these celebrities ever have any stretch marks??? I think there was a picture of Cindy Crawford, she had some, maybe. But that's all I recall. Do they have some top-secret cream that actually prevents the dreadful things, or is it only actresses who don't seem predisposed to then…

Exactamundo. I am not a hugger. Not even with my own fam. I'll wrap a stiff arm around and lightly tap a shoulder, that's about it. Also: Man-Pits. Summer Time Man-Pits Hugs are awful.

I was raised without religion (thank GAWD), but from what I gleaned from TV and books and random bible-thumping acquaintances, Jesus was the SON of god, not god himself. That was to be UNDERSTOOD. I didn't read the whole thing this lass wrote, wayyy too many words about stuff I don't care that much about, but it looks…

The sheer bit is all I like. But I'm not very fashionable. Shorts and tees and flip flops. If I ever walked down a red carpet, I'd like to wear some satin and chiffon type variation of my aforementioned uniform. The vision I conjured up of such an outfit made me laugh a little.

Oh my god, those were my favorite. Perfection. I have The State on dvd, ex b/f left em. Hey! That's another show my son likes! The State and Arrested Development. Boy's got good taste. He gets it from me.

I can't help but wonder if they're lined up with her actual nipples' placement. Those are sky-pointers. I had those, once upon a time, before I had a damned kid. Now they just kind of stare straight ahead, apathetic and bored. Like I do!

Oh my god. Ahahaha!

Oh my god, me too! That's all I was paying attention to. I really, really want it. Bad.

In the groinal region.

You really said it. I'm pissed. I hate these fucking stories. They fill me with impotent rage.

Well, the proportions are ridiculous. I mean, it's way too exaggerated. Her head is so tiny, smaller than one tit, and the hips and thighs look like they came from another body, that of a giantess. It looks janky and stupid.

Oh I really am not fond of monkeys, myself. They freak me out. Not a fan of most primates in general. I DO like Gorillas and those totally cosmic macaques in Japan that hang out in the hot springs amidst snow. I love those. I love them so.

What's the term for that? Um... it makes me laugh, but I can't remember. Google time. Ah! "Plugging" it is. As in "I'm gonna go plug some oxycontin".

Seems to me they were experimenting. You know, trying different ways of administering drugs, seeing if doing something vaginally was, as it's been reported elsewhere online, really a viable way to consume drugs. Apparently not so much. Live and learn!

Wow, your tale is pretty fantastic and cinematic! Doesn't seem so bad. The things that went on in that massive apartment building were really bad. There would, at times, be a powerful sense of DREAD. Like I said, it's not something I would seek out. But I really do feel schlocky and dramatic telling it, it comes out…

I wasn't raised with any religion. "True" stories about ghosts and spirits and the like weren't told. But I just kind of assumed that when a person dies, they're soul flies through the cosmos or something. I fancied/fancy being disembodied would allow for some really cool intergalactic travels. As for what I myself…

Let me add, that I don't talk often about this, because it makes me look like a wishy-washy asshole. But this is the internet, so who gives a flippin flark.

When I was living in Germany, some freaky stuff happened in the building I was in, several times. I never saw anything, but there were noises and really, REALLY bad vibes. Sounds cheesy, the bad vibes bit, but that's what it was. Awful. I mean it was really scary! Scary enough, and real enough, so that if I have any…