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The Pontiff of Pork? The Porkiff?

Sorry, what was disgusting?

Yeah, he was. It makes me so sad every time I look at him now, because he was just so incredibly sexy then. SO, SO sexy.

I personally suspect Madonna's whole look is a clever ploy to get someone to cast her in a remake of Sunset Boulevard. Like Sean Young showing up to do a talk show dressed in a Catwoman costume.

Eeeeew, yeah, I really... The only people whose bowels I want to hear about are my children's, and that's only when/if they're having a specific problem with them. Sorry, but that is NOT polite conversation for mixed company, even if you are Oprah. (And frankly, if it's medical advice Oprah's giving, that's like a…

HAHAHAHAHA!!

Yep.

Word.

Yes, exactly. Like it's not sucky enough to *never* have an orgasm from intercourse alone, we get constantly reminded that other women are having big crazy ejaculating orgasms all over the place the second anything is inserted into them, and it's always said with this attitude of "This is the way we all are, something…

It always amazes me how people seem to forget that drugs like painkillers do have actual medical uses and people take them for medical reasons; not everyone with a Percocet prescription has it because they're an addict and not everyone going on a bout of heavy drinking is an alcoholic.

That's one huge reason I stopped reading ladymags; the idea that a $90 sweater was "affordable." Um...

Yeah, I've noticed that, too, how sallow and dry and old she looks. And colonics? *shakes head* I really wonder how she got a show, when her advice is so bad and unhealthy.

Ha! I was a vegetarian for six years before I finally went ahead and started eating meat again. Within two months I lost like ten pounds, my skin cleared, my eyes brightened, and my energy levels and overall healthy-feeling-ness jumped way up. And yep, much better mood overall.

Yep, I use plenty of butter; I mean, I don't use enormous amounts with each thing, but whenever I need any kind of fat you can bet there's butter in there along with whatever else.

The stuff I get here in England is pure, yeah, but I don't know about what I bought in the US, since at the time I'd never seen anything about trans fats/saturated or whatever, and was using lard solely because of the delicious. :-)

How is that supposed to happen? I can't imagine what sort of bottle-twirling gymnastics one would have to perform to make one's stool form a specific letter.

Also, I've never thought I had a G-Spot—or at least never been able to find it—and it's tremendously disappointing, especially when I know women who insist they have one and that the merest touch of it sends them flying into the multipleorgasmsphere.

"Oh, baby, touch me on my confluence! YESSSS!"

I get mine at the grocery store, yeah. It's usually in the refrigerator section near the butter or eggs, at least that's where I've always found it. But if you don't see it there check near the Crisco.