Except you know he kept that $3 tip to himself. Can’t tip a bartender now.

Yes, I will certainly leave religious women alone as long as they don’t work actively against Planned Parenthood. Which she does.

Start out light. Tell your injector you don’t want “frozen face”. I went whole hog and had my elevens and my forehead ridges frozen, and because they relaxed so much, my hooded eyes got hooded to the point I was literally pushing them up several times a day.

And given the anti-opiate hysteria that’s trickled down to pharmacies, those Vicodin will be harder and harder to get as time goes on. Signed, a chronic pain patient :(

My aunt uses it to manage spasms that are devolving into torticollis in her neck.

I take those fuckers daily and skip the “period week” placebo pills. I haven’t had a fuckin period in years and oh god am I happy. I’m also 45 years old so there’s that to consider as well. :-/

I’m the same. It’s like everything slows way down (cue BYYOOOOO “everything comes to a stop” movie sound effect) and I’m able to tell people what to do, calm people down, handle blood and screaming.

Right? Sometimes I think it’s just a way to get their message out there, so long as they can hide being being hacked. But that’s crazy talk, I’m sure.

Starred for use of “Biff Tannen” because I’m an Old.

You are horrible.

I’m sorry, I laughed really hard at this. /eyeballs FiOS router/

I am glad to see that this phenomenon of stressing over typos or misspellings is not mine alone to endure.

Along with norovirus, necrotizing fasciitis, and methicillin-resistant staphyloccocus aureus (the dreaded MRSA).

She’s that friend you keep seeing doing the self-destructive shit over and over again and even though you want to cut her loose, you want to make her feel better too.

At least that piece of shit will help someone else through organ donation. All that he was good for, really.

Well, gosh, don’t all dads babysit their kids?

I have warned MisterDisco that being in the room, post-workout, if I am dumb enough to wear a non-clasped sports bra could be deleterious. It only took one elbow upside the head for him to take the warning to heart. Wrestling a sweaty bra off over my head after a hard workout when my arms are noodles is the worst.

I admire your can-do attitude. Smoked gouda? Both?

That old adage about “nothing tastes as good as thin feels” is a total crock of shit. Obviously that person never had homemade mac and cheese with sharp cheddar and fontina on top.

Hey, if we talk about it, we might have to do something about it! Or may just educate ourselves about it. And maybe even learn something about it?