What *are* you blathering about?

Sushi grade fish is actually quite safe. My two favorites are tuna and eel. The eel is cooked and is sweet and smokey and flaky and very very tasty. The tuna is rich and dark and has a high iron content. Very good for you, with the most amazing texture. If you’re ever in the DC area and want to be a bit adventurous…

The smart-ass answer is that it’s someone from Indiana. The longer, though probably apocryphal, answer is that people from Indiana were notoriously suspicious of outsiders and it’s a corruption of what they used to shout at visitors: “Who’s here?” This is pretty dumb, as it’s pronounced Hoo-shur. It’s also the name…

Same caveat. No labs. No money, so no labs. *sigh* Mother-fucking Michiana.

Also, if it was the Mishawaka one, there aren’t any labs of that sort short of Kalamazoo. Srsly.

“We’re going to take these to a lab to test them!”
“...get out.”

I have been trying to shift it around in my head to see how he possibly could have gotten there:
Tanqueray. Tank and tonic. T and Tonic. T and to? T-to?

I was with you right up until the casual racism...

You, sir or miss, have just made my day. Srsly.

Well, what did you tell her? You can’t just start a primo story like that and leave us hanging... *grin*

I love sushi. Love-love it. It’s incredible. And I hate liars, puke, and people who would lie themselves into puking. Want to go out? *grin*

My mother still holds pants and skirts up to my waist to see if they’ll fit. Unfortunately, she thinks my waist is at my navel...

Morbidly sexist. Morbidly sexist? So sexist toward man-feels that it’s killing them? Huh. I don’t really know what to make of that.

Srsly. My ex loved the way I look, which can be described as “exotic” on a good day and “odd” on a bad one, and though I’ve come to terms with my looks, a huge A-line dress didn’t entirely do me any favors. Though, the dress did come in handy for many subsequent years of zombie walks. I make a fantastic zombie bride.

Um, my ex-husband out-shined me in every photo. I look like a short, dark, Jewish woman in a big fluffy dress, and he looked like a handsome, adorable Irish leprechaun. He was definitely the prettier of the two of us.

Does anyone else think this is going to result in fist-fights between abortion-seekers and self-appointed (rather than church sanctioned) missionaries of mercy? Because I can see that shit going down.

Huh. I see you’re going up and down this page defending their asses, so...no. I don’t think I’ll be participating further in that. Dismiss.

The bros, or the guy I’m responding to here? Because the bros did several sexist things, and the guy I’m responding to here responded to me with a very sexist comment, including comparing the author to ‘dick-cancer’ and I dismissed that comment. So, I guess the shorter answer is no, I’m not assuming anything, and yes,…

Oh, you do? You want to know what immature, sexist assholes thought of a woman who was trying to enjoy herself while trapped with them, and who resorted to telling them off only once they started rudely targeting her for their immature, sexist assholery?

Awww, damn it.