Yeah, St Louis and KC are both pretty blue. It's the middle of the state that's the issue. 

Brett Hull is the entire city of St Louis:

Right? Being shorn has gotta be like the ovine version of taking off your bra and sweaty clothes in the summertime. 

Yeah, had WoW not managed to grow a fifth leg mid-stride and been checked hard, it could have been a disaster. Watching the slow-motion close up shows just how close that scenario came to happening

Illegal entry is a misdemeanor. 

Sorry, I couldn't resist!

I don’t remember this incident because I was probably only 3ish when it happened, but my mom told me the story. I was a bit of a pill when I was wee and going to the store was a major issue. Apparently my grandma decided to let me hold the Teddy Ruxpin that I latched onto at the store. She didn’t intend to buy it,…

I have the opposite yet somehow the same problem, lol. I’m a whole 34A, so there’s just not a lot to work with using the straps first method and the bra just kind of flaps in the breeze.  With flip n’ drop, I can lean forward and corral every available bit of chesticular fat into a reasonable facsimile of boobs. 

Apparently I split the difference: hook in back with cups folded down, flip them up and insert arms, adjust the girls. No idea how I landed on that system, but it's ingrained habit at this point.

I ride horses. Its probably not all that risky in the grand scheme of things I guess, but there’s always the potential for dumbassery. I’ve had lead ropes yanked through my hand many times and that shit hurts under the best circumstances. The thought of a ring catching in the rope as Ponyface is doing his best…

Same here. My grandmother left me her ring and I’ve told my SO that if we ever get to that point, that’s the only ring I want. I don’t really do rings (infection control issues at work/hobbies that risk traumatic degloving injuries) so I hate the thought of a lot of money being spent on something that will rarely be…

Yeah, I was trying to find the least disturbing example. The whole BL thing is appalling to me, but I didn't want to be a total downer on a light hearted post. 

I was a corrections nurse for years and inmates would talk openly about legal matters in medical because it was sort of a neutral zone; I honestly can't count how many times I heard “they caught me doing (x), but I beat that case”. Aka "I did it, but they couldn't prove it."

They’re like the human version of the gawdawful huge shoes they put on Tennessee Walking Horses to exaggerate their gait.

Oh man. My dear departed Lucycat had distinct names for people and things. I was “murrr-OW”, my mom was “’RA-ew”, and she had various other sounds that correlated to whatever she wanted.

“I’ve had this rash for months, but tonight I decided I needed to get it checked out and my doctor didn’t have an appointment until Monday, so I called an ambulance to take me to the ER. I don’t care about that guy with the heart attack or the MVA trauma bleeding all over the place, ME FIRST!”

There’s a book you might enjoy that talks about this, Overtreated by Shannon Brownlee. One of the chapters is about men who had abnormal PSAs during a screening and opted for aggressive treatment only to end up with shitty quality of life due to side effects.

I took world religions as an elective in college because I was interested in expanding my horizons and whatnot, but I didn’t have very high expectations as I was a) going to college in the town that produced Rush Limbaugh and b) it was taught by a priest.

Apropos of nothing, my brain inserted the aforementioned fools into this as I was reading:

Oh man, I just posted about JoyFM above! I wish i could find the picture someone posted of the Titanic with a Joy sticker. It was excellent.