Maybe our resident un-share-er will let it ride because it's you, Burt, but I'm putting money on it being gone in 3...2...

I KNOW.

My grandmother's two Jello salad/dessert things (that weren't served as dessert, they went with the rest of the Sunday Dinner) that I remember as being delicious (because, dessert that isn't dessert? first dessert?) were Coke Salad, which was cherry jello, coke, cherries and pecans, and the absolute weirdness that is…

Me too, when I was three. We lived in Alabama at the time, and apparently I ran to my mom to tell her there was "A nake in the mode!" (translates to "snake in the commode" though I'm not sure when I lost "commode" and switched to "toilet.")

I'm sorry, but I'm Jezebel's favorite aunt, because I bring booze and sometimes even share it.

We are super weird about our rules, but this reply? Also super weird. Viva Brazil, though, you do you.

Actually, yeah. Sometimes you'd get a bit more than over medium, but I don't doubt they'd bang 'em out. And damn, I'm hungry.

I share your annoyance-bordering-on-anger, mixed with bewilderment.

These exist in the world and should exist in fast food, somewhere. Anywhere. Because if there's a better hangover food than a cheeseburger with a perfectly fried egg on top, I don't know what it is, and isn't that the entire reason fast food breakfast options exist? (aside from road trips.)

Look at their little eyes - they're so intent! (I know this feel.)

Oh girl, your comment made me cringe, just knowing how you were going to get jumped.

Fucking A right.

Apparently it gets worse as you age; you lose the natural padding as time goes by. Heels at 3 1/2-4" are pretty much excruciating for me now, as I didn't wear them much during most of my 30's and probably lost callouses or whatever, and at 44 and probably losing that padding.

The second toe on my left foot is crazy long (like, can't wear peeptoes-long because it would stick out) and I'm horrified and fascinated by this toe shortening thing. But then I realize it entails actually cutting part of my toe away (I assume they break, remove, reset the bone) and I freak out.

I'm really surprised at your level of disconnect here (and in similar comments). The only reason people are boycotting the product is because of the discrimination.

It's not like people are boycotting JB because they just found out they're manufactured with puppy tears, it's a direct result of the discrimination.

I'm selective. Do you have a problem with boycotting or just trans folk?

I was going to seethe at your nonchalance, but realized I could just focus my energy on the putrid Island Punch and be ok with it, after all. (I actually don't like other jelly beans, only Jelly Belly.)

Literally the ONLY candy I buy purposefully. Everything else is like "eh, maybe a Reese's sounds good, why not?" once a year, but JB? I'm like FUCK YES MARGARITA! FUCK YES mix those bitches for a root beer float + cherry!

Well, fuck. Boycott it is.