Holy Hannah, yes, this is exactly me as well. *sigh*

I must

I got the pistol for Christmas last year. If the person who gave it to me wasn't halfway across the country, I, too, would've kissed them. Instead, I spent five minutes hyperventilating in shock and pleasure.

This is one of those dresses that looks better in motion. When you see it here, as Jennifer is strutting her stuff, the pleats no longer look awkward and the beading doesn't look s though it's dragging the fabric down. Not to mention the pic was taken at a better angle, so the hip-height line of the beading actually…

You're right, this is a topic of some debate, with many researchers separating female ejaculation and squirting. In many publications, female ejaculation is the release of a thick whitish substance in small quantities which comes from the prostate gland, while squirting is the release of a clear and abundant fluid…

Now I have even more incentive to win the damned lottery! My inner avarice meter is going off the charts with this tub.

Who makes this tub of awesomeness? A tub that combines a sensual design with the summertime laziness of a hammock, creating a tub that no human will ever exit voluntarily, thus creating a new species of tub-living humanoids, Homo habita lava dolium. Must have this tub!

I'm envious. I used to experience things when I was younger. We had a family ghost called Herbie who hung around us for years, constantly pulling pranks like flushing the toilet, moving things, slamming doors, etc. All the classic poltergeist things, but in a friendly way. When I was really little, I can remember…

Woo-hoo, I'm not alone in my loneliness! Wait... that seems contradictory. *scratches head* I'm going to have to think about that one for a minute. But, hot damn, it's nice to know I'm not the only miserable, pathetic virgin around- wait, that's assuming you're as miserable and pathetic as I, which is rather rude…

You cannot feel like or even be an awkward loser until you are a 36-year-old virgin like me. Who only had her very first kiss last year at the age of 35. Who, apparently, actively repels men and will most likely die alone and undeflowered. Or, at the very least, become the female version of the 40-year-old virgin. …

My mother was that way when I asked her questions she couldn't answer: "I don't know, but let's find out." Or "I think it's this, but I could be wrong." Either answer encouraged me (and by extension her) to explore and discover. I can't remember having any teacher that encouraged me the same way, sadly. Of…

Yup, that was me as well. When he counted off the second revolution (I believe), I immediately thought, "Uh, no, that was the third, dude."

I'll throw my hat in here as well. I liked Ang Lee's Hulk movie (and I thought it was quite clever the way he used comic book frames and cells in his scene changes). Not to mention I really dislike Edward Norton.

I can't tell you how many times I've had people, mostly little old women, come up to me and exhort me to "Smile! It can't be that bad!" Now, I don't know what they mean by "it." Life? That particular day? The act of shopping? (I usually meet these women while in line at Walmart, for some reason. I'm not sure I…

Yeah, a nasty, offal (awful?) oatmeal-y flavor. Yuck! But at least I can say I've eaten haggis, which is more than most can (or want to) say.

I've had haggis... in Scotland... it was not good. But it was also not spicy. That's why I enjoyed the hell out of being in the UK—it fed those British/Scottish/Irish genes of mine, which are probably responsible for my intolerance to hot foods in the first place.

Well, then you live in an ideal time, considering the entire world is fixated on spicy foods. Everywhere you go, every new food development it seems, is heated up, spiced up, and generally made into an edible fireball.

This is me. I hate beer and black coffee. Anything with a bit of heat burns my tongue and makes my eyes water, and that includes regular black pepper. Sour foods make me cry and bitter foods make me gag. However, I don't just have a sweet tooth, I have sweet teeth. Or at least I used to; I've noticed that as I've…

Boy, do I wish I'd thought of that! As someone dealing with chronic and long-term health issues, not to mention the loss of my mother not too long ago, I've had more than my fair share of "I'm/We're praying for you." Other than a strained smile, I never knew what to say, especially since all I really wanted to say…

If you make that "clothing for all body types" also available at reasonable prices, this 6'1" tall gal will happily bow down to an altar dedicated to you every day, morning, noon, and night.