Wait, seriously?
What the fuck? Is Manila the Florida of the Philippines?

HELL YEAH! I converted my entire family (including inlaws!) to fruitcake this past Thanksgiving!

Cherpumple? You bake three pies (in order, usually pumpkin, cherry and apple because the pumpkin takes the longest to cool and set up,) wait for them to cool, then make white cake, yellow cake and spice cake batters. You bake the cherry pie into the white cake, the apple pie into the yellow cake, and the pumpkin pie…

“How can it be burnt and raw at the same time?” Is a statement that I used to think was a joke. Then my sister decided to learn to cook, and oh my god...the pies...

No, most wigs are on a mesh base, and really good wigs are human hair. If your own hair isn’t making you hot, a good wig shouldn’t.

I doubt it surprises anyone.

It would be a compassionate move on the part of an individual hospital/birthing center that offered them unofficially. On the part of the government, it’s a gate-opener.

That hair has been fried TO DEATH. Not using conditioner (and I actually doubt that she neglects conditioner) is the very least of her hair problems. She needs to stop bleaching it blonde, that’s the root of the issue. One more bleaching session, in fact, and roots may be all she’s got left.

Well, but...Mum-Ra and Skeletor did survive the end of civilization as we know it.

We had birds as little kids. I remember my sister being horrified once when we went to get an additional bird once (don’t remember if we were replacing a dead one, or just adding one to the cage,) and we saw one eat an egg. That was the one I wanted, but it wasn’t one my mom was willing to buy (whatever it was was…

Birds are opportunists. A lot of them, even cage birds, even if they’re not “other bird” predatory, will break and eat other birds’ eggs.

I am not willing to just give it. Speak clearly. Ask me a question if you have a question. Use declarative sentences if you do not.

Well, whatever you ended up with, I hope the other kids weren’t too harsh. Because the little shits can make other (little shits) miserable with simple names like Ann and John just as much as they can with Esther and Wallace.

What’s wrong with Esther? I went to high school with an Esther (and her sister Ethel) in the 90s.

I’ve lived in major cities on both costs, actually, and came back home. My grandmother’s 90 and my mother’s increasingly...scatterbrained. But let’s just be an asshole to the person who sees no good reason to hide where she’s from or that she liked it enough to go back there, shall we?

No, I didn’t. I made the point that it’s more complicated than a surface read of only the latter strips will tell you. If you don’t know Charlie Brown’s history with Violet, and don’t read between the lines of how the later kids treat him, you will miss that most likely (even though we don’t see it,) their first…

It’s like her ovaries said “hwah? Huh? OH! Oh, sorry, we must have dozed off or something, haven’t been paying attention for...FUCK! Seventeen years? Uh...HERE! And uh...there you go. Um...sorry. Sorry. I uh...I...we fucked up. But we okay now, right?”

Part of that though, is because he knows Merkel’s looking for an excuse to slap the taste out of his mouth and the lichen off of his head. Remember that when she visited Washington, he refused to shake her hand at all.

*squeal* Someone else remembers that!

Few things in the movies have creeped me out the way the relationship with Seymour did. I was totally on Rebecca’s side with being against the relationship with him, and can understand the resentment, as being the friend being left behind for a new friendship (regardless of the appropriateness of the friendship)…