Okay, fair enough. :)

Eh, my understanding is that it’s a laziness thing because most dresses and skirts don’t go above the knee. Hell, I turned my sister on to knee socks so that she wouldn’t have to shave below the knee. I suppose it goes without saying that we’re not a manicure/makeup/laser hair removal kind of gang.

My understanding is that they shaved their heads (and sometimes daubed tar on them) as a widely recognized symbol of their crimes. They also did this to the men who worked in German factories. What the French did and what this father did are messed up, but it’s not an apples to apples comparison.

Oh Josh, I have no doubt that two inches more would be great. So, so, so, so great.

It’s a cold, cold comfort, but it gives me some solace to know that Chuckie is one of the unhappiest, loneliness dudes in the world. You don’t act like this if you’ve got a shred of joy in your life.

That said, sue the fucker.

I’m a white lady with a CPAP, and I NEVER get pulled over for extra screening, so I’m going to guess it’s got more to do with your husband’s skin color and beard (which is totally f*&ked).

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Eh, I have a bigger issue with the whole, “It’s my special day!” mythology.

That’s good information to have. I’m a US Citizen and I’ve never had to engage the process, so I’m not sensitive to its nuances.

I thought he didn’t apply for a visa renewal? That’s not a restriction, it’s a failure to act.

He did—he signed a contract to that effect. Now he wants to change it unilaterally. THAT’s the issue.

A judge, that I hope, has better sense than this one.

Actually, they went into the DMZ without being shot, so that is *something*.

Looks like this is the same Doe Deere of sketchy makeup maven claim.

I don’t think she’s able to grasp the nuance that people think she’s talentless and undeserving, not lazy.

“if I continued down this wrong road that I would end up ruining my life.”

Thank you. :) And yes, that is part of my problem, I’ve never learned to cook and I know that my portions are way too large. It’s also the curse of what’s easy to eat—I’m relatively sure most my weight is due to the magical, always easy to assemble, combination of bread and cheese.

I was on Medifast for eight months—hardcore for about 4 months and then scrabbling for another four—during that time I lost 85 lbs, some of my hair, 25lbs of muscle mass, and several hundreds of dollars (actually thousands) on food.

Actually, they frown on consumption of diet soda and limit your consumption to two a day (in lieu of other freebies that your starving body would prefer). It is, however, still suspect as f*ck.