That’s kind of what I thought. Doesn’t “buried her at sea” in this case just translate to “dumped her overboard?”

I’m kind of a fan of the beautiful Ian’s face and things but it seems that, once he starts on anything about/with/relative to his wife, he gets very, very weird. There’s something slavish about it that creeps me out. It would be good if he just was quiet and smiled at the camera. She gives me sharp-edged vibes.

Oh, no.

Fuck you.

Exactly what hubs and I were wondering last night. Everydamnstupidthing trump has emphasized has been an obvious distraction from what’s really going on. But this nazi/bannon/monument stuff? Everything’s so fucked-up, what is this a distraction from? (Gah, I hate that preposition just sitting there.)

But, with this “administration,” every time I think, “Well, how can it possibly get any worse?” it does.

Not that it should matter to you, but I find myself agreeing with your comments so heartily, then glance up at who wrote them and discover it’s always you! Stan (above avatar) and I wave at you!

(It happened again—-I attempted to star you and completely erased the 5 stars you already had! I’m SORRY!!) :-(

I’d never heard of “on accident” prior to reading GM! Only “by accident.” Is it a regional thing?

A 40-ish grown-ass man stuck his whole arm down my swimsuit in a very crowded public pool way back when I was 11. I went home, told my worthless mother, who said, “What did you do to make him do that?”

That’s Ike!

Too bad Cheetolini’s mom didn’t.

Damn. I thought that lede photo was Kiera Knightley.

Yeah, but...you spit that shit out right now because you went for “...wasn’t that great a script...” as opposed to the enthusiastically-accepted “...that great of a script...” which seems to be welcomed as Wrong but Just Fine around here.

I understand so very little; maybe someone can help:

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I realize that body-shaming is verboten but, come on...that’s a damn tiny dick. Or maybe I’ve just been really, really fortunate all my life.

Myholygod, Ciara is beautiful.

Oh, hell, I’ll give out second-language passes all day long; what I’ll never hand out is a first-language one. Jez contributors and commenters seem to be the most egregious offenders of all I’ve encountered, and it’s been beyond me for years and years why the site refuses to engage a proof-reader. It lowers the bar…

I think baking pies makes one over-anxious. I make the finest cherry pie for miles and miles around but have a split second of genuine fear before I open the oven door.