I suppose because of volume. There is an ocean of romance novels out there. I’ve heard that a lot of romance readers are insatiable, like three novels a week. I took a course in women’s literature while in university and romance was a component of it. The prof said the romance industry cranks those books out like…

I understand that. I’ve just alaways wondered how it doesn’t happen in the traditional romance publishing model. I mean, those stories are pretty formulaic to begin with. I know I’m a bit off-topic here.

I remember our abnormal psychology teacher talking about this, and he marveled at the skill of the mesoamerican’s ability to do this successfuly. he talked about how they used flint tools to perform it, and how flint can hold a much sharper edge than metal, though it has the disadvantage of not being able to be…

Serious question here for anyone who doesn’t mind explaining a bit about the editorial process of the romance world:

Yeah, he pissed off the Reagan administration pretty bad because he was always writing bad stuff about them. Check this video where he talks about how he caught them tapping his phone line and how he got his revenge. Start at 2:17 if you are interested in a good laugh.

She identifies as a guy. It’s complicated and she often doesn’t go into it because she has a few trolls consantly dogging her heels like yapping feists, and she doesn’t need extra B.S.

I never knew who PS was until I started reading Harlan Ellison. That dude HAAAATED her and took every opportunity to express it. He had four gargoyles crafted for a balcony outside his house, and one of them has her face.

Anyone ever read some of the reviews for sugar free gummy bears on amazon? THEY are apparently the most fart inducing entities on the planet.

My best friend on kinja is Unrepentant Punk. We have tons of laughs together, but a nice side benefit is she knows damn near every troll in the Gawkerverse. Her radar is impeccable. If you are ever curious about someone in particular, just ask her.

It is a great indicator of his arrogance, of course. “Ha ah! I can troll you under the same name because you are too dumb to know that a Debaro is a tomato! You dummy!”

Yeah, pay him no mind. I had to be reminded that he was the prolific troll “Tomatoface” once driven from our midst and now back under a new demented burner. He likes to come back under the names of obscure breeds of tomato.

Everyone should avoid Debaro down below as well. Debaro is a kind of tomato, so that tells you who we are actually dealing with.

The first one should have been named the helicockter. The fruit basket is perfectly named. Lol.

No, bag tag was what he called stealthily flicking my sack as he walked by. It was seventh grade, he was an athlete, I had to accept the arrangement unfortunately. He must have had X-ray vision, too, because he nailed it perfectly, bypassing the cock.

Would you be ok with labiascaping?

I’ve had that done to me. The dude acted like I should be happy to be included in a game of “bag tag” as he called it.

I think they end up as drug addicts because the part of the brain that says: “Do THIS! It will be a riot!” is way too active in people like that. Whether it’s showing your balls or putting chemicals into your body, if it seems like a good idea at the time, these guys just go for it. I have a cousin like this but he…

I think this is an excellent investment, as long as someone takes away these kids’ smartphones during the performances.

Along with the magnificent Suzanne Pleshette, Susan Hayward, and Susan St. James—Ruth had one of the filthiest mouths ever to slide down a beanpole. Suzanne was the heartiest, the most likely to make blood come out of a Mormon’s ears, but Ruth had a pisk on her that could parboil a teak log. Susan Hayward made cops…

Holy moly. Those are some real war stories. If you emerged from that kind of work without a drinking problem, then you are made of stronger stuff than I.