Same here! No dignity! I'm even worse at upper register because I get a warble like a doofy 80 year old.

Also, when the tide is turning, the dug-in advocates scream like hell. Witness the anti-gay ugliness that came to a frothy head before DOMA was struck down. Angry nutcases get LOUDER when they think they are losing.

"Crone heifer"! I love it! I will now use that instead of "kidney-bean shaped torso."

I don't remember pink kitchens in the 70s. Avocado green, harvest gold and burnt orange are the colors forever banned from my life.

Hello from Des Moines 1980-84. Yup, lots of pastels and puffy sweaters, all with shoulder pads. Fashion was very odd those years - sugary cute alternated with prep and nascent punk. I went to a Clash concert in '82 in a pink polo and a janky denim miniskirt.

Please, somebody, satisfy my nasty snark craving by posting a photo of her as of TODAY.

I was in Florida at the time, where the bars were serving "Bundy Fries."

I'm starting to worry about the shade of my colon since I have someone stick a camera up my butt every 10 years.

Christian porn? Is that a real thing? My head is already partly asploded from this Christian swinging stuff.

Man, you spend your life carrying water and they turn it into whine, whine, whine.

That's actually what I needed to hear. I spew out horrible things and say the most awful things ever, but only share them with people very close to me, who share my perverse humor. (The last thing was about a colleague with a brain tumor, and I told my husband, "Well, that's a funeral I'm going to enjoy not going to.")

I was a picked-on kid, too. Fat, glasses, zits (3d grade!) and a touchy smartmouth. However, I've lived long enough to see the big wheel of justice grind fine in a horrifying way. My supposed enemies have suffered alcoholism, AIDS, morbid obesity (former cheerleaders), abusive marriages, grasping relatives, illness,…

This makes more sense to me. Dealing with a bunch of other family (excluding pure-ass crazy people) seems to make one a tad more flexible than onlies. The exception I've seen is large families with 6-11 kids who tend towards religion. About half marry, and the rest are permanently single. The married ones skew toward…

It's just paint. Jeez. The artist is making a picture to sell. Nothing new here. There's tons of portraits from the last centuries that peel off pounds and imperfections. My favorite is one of a 19th century moneyed matron (sorry, can't remember name) with a head like a irritated gorilla. You could see where the…

Is there some tale floating out there that she doesn't speak to brother Eric, or not much? Inquiring mind wants to know, sorta.

"Must...not...dance....must...not... dance...ohgodleatherpants snuffle snuffle ARGH"

Good for you, Agent M. Send the pipe organ next time.

In the South (OK, Texas) I think they do this because every drink has shitloads of ice. The bigger the drink, the better the chances of pouring ice down your cleavage. Yargggh.

I'd just spy on you through Dream Suite (if you're signed up).

You realize what you risk posting your code on a public forum...Mwah hah hah! Sweet D is gonna check you out.