This is quite possibly one of the most conceited, ridiculous comments here. Who cares if Machu Picchu has been photographed better? If I spend over $1000 to get my ass there, pay for accommodation, and pony up the money for the transportation from Cuszo to this great wonder of the world, do you seriously think we…

Pfft. Morris the Cat was too busy plotting how to use that money to destroy the world, because cats are assholes like that. ;)

I discovered the magic of Boots recently. And I also agree on the Cadbury front. When I was in Scotland last month, I made sure to stock up on the British Cadbury. I probably looked like Augustina Gloop as I dumped my supply on the checkout counter, but everybody and their grandma knows that American Cadbury sucks…

It’s basically a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don’t situation, though I agree that women who don’t bow to what society tend to get shit more than women who do. If you wear makeup, dress up, do your hair, then you’re either a phony or you get douchebags saying guys should take you swimming on the first date. But if…

So fucking scary!

So the really scary stories aren’t my mom’s and I’m not allowed to post them (I asked and she nixed the idea), so we’ll settle for mine. Which isn’t scary, but does involve a ghost.