I remember my counsellor at church camp telling me that only humans were allowed up through the Pearly Gates. I was nonplussed, and decided I'd rather go hang out with my camp horse, Whopella, than hear more about how many other things, real and imaginary, weren't technically allowed in Heaven. Like fairies. Shut up,…

Things like this remind me why I only believe in a Heaven for dogs.

4,593 Feet Of Penis would have been a way better title.

Unfortunately, Liz had to go teach Psych Stats and my training is all clinical, so I couldn't label a graph if I tried. But if you'd like, you can yell at me some more because it helps! #gradschool4lyfe

Five-hundred twenty-five thousand six-hundred weiners! Five-hundred twenty-five thousand gallons of lube...

What a relevant username.

IS THIS JANEANE GAROFALO? I assume it would have been mentioned if it was? I really want this to be Jeaneane Garofalo.

Lexi is, "Have some dignity, FFS! And DO NOT SNIFF MY BOOTY, damn! I have claws, I WILL CUT YOU!!!"

This is a time for EVERYONE to take a stand, regardless of race or status in this world. Any of us denying the humanity in another segment of our society shows our own lack of humanity.

Wow dismissing comments is cool! It just disappeared!

You're ...... an ..... idiot ....

According to a number of eyewitnesses he did. Only one person who was there said he didn't, and that was the guy who murdered him.

Good for them. Not everybody will agree, obviously, but you have the platform so go ahead and use it.

Astute observation! ::ungreys::

Man, having external genitalia sounds dangerous.

This year is the very worst. I have been run out of Ferguson because my house is right next to the fires. I am crashing on an air mattress three hours away with my two dogs at my mother's house, a woman I try to limit my encounters with to twice a year at best for various reasons. Some highlights from yours truly, the…

I have to admit, it does have everything. Sex, religion, accidental urination, a mom mental breakdown, and two destroyed chairs.

Par for the course for random objects found in the desert, I'm sure.

Our Thanksgivings were usually rough, due to lingering resentments, lack of communication, and massive jealousies between the various members of my mother's family. The worst one was probably my grandfather's last, before he died.

I might have a Thanksgiving horror on my hands right now. We'll see. My frantic conversation with the nice person who answered my call at Whole Foods this morning: "Hi! I bought a pre roasted turkey? For Thanksgiving? And it's, like, frozen. It's not supposed to be frozen?" *With elaborate patience* "It isn't…