I’m sorry to hear that it didn’t work out :(

My wife has a job at City Hall that is both stable, close to home, and pays great. She loathes it, and is looking for a way out to find something that she doesn’t hate so much.

Track down an essay by Harlan Ellison called: “How You Stupidly Blew Fifteen Million Dollars A Week, Avoided Having An Adeniod-Shaped Swimming Pool In Your Backyard, Missed The Opportunity To Have A Mutually Destructive Love Affair With Clint Eastwood And/O Raquel Welch, And Otherwise Pissed Me Off”. Yes, that is the…

Did you guys ever find a way to make it work?

The fifth noble truth: “1 cream, 2 sugars.”

I love the Dunkin’ Donuts cup sitting by the shrine. Is it an oblation to Buddha? Or is it a case of: “Dad always loved DD coffee. Let me show my love today. I miss him.”

I had the version of this game they put out on the SNES. Never could beat it, but I loved the challenge.

Answered below.

It’s from a condition called Phimosis. It’s where your foreskin is connected to the penis by a thin strand of flesh that prevents retraction. It can snap during intercourse, and since erect penises are full of blood, it can be messy.

Oh, if you like that, click my profile and take a stroll through my archived “Florid Friday” posts. They’ll have you laughing way harder than what I said above.

From the way you wrote this, I can only assume you must have been banging James Joyce.. :)

Broken helmet-strap is also an acceptable term.

I think it would be great if you could bloody Yelp’s nose a bit. I’ll root for anyone who can act as the avenging sword for these small businesses being extorted.

These stories have stirred my memory!

That employee is such a rare, wonderful example of humanity. Thank you for sharing that story!

In my 3000-word one-shot fanfic, I had Elizabeth dress thusly:

I think that most “Christians” who love trump are of the nativist asshole variety, and since they don't seem like they've read the bible either, they can't call him out for the same sin.

I think some people get sexual pleasure from judging others. Years ago, when I first saw Dr Phil, I realized “This show just has dimwits as guests so that the people at home can feel superior to them.”

Hell hath no fury like the uninvolved.

How much is too much? Well, I wrote a very short, very sexy, very high-brow-prose Regency-era Pride and Prejudice fanfiction once with a twist ending that had people on fanfic.net begging me to take it down. (3000 words, if you’re interested)