Yeah...I was doing a portmanteau of hepatitis and meningitis. But cool, I learned a new disease!

Also, hepingitis.

I admit to being fascinated, but I also admit to getting grey spots in my vision after a few of these. *wavering*

Trufact: Cosmo is owned by Disney.

I was in South Bend, which (can be) this nice little enclave of sanity amidst the hyper-religious nightmare that is the rest of Northern Indiana. However, my ex-husband had relatives in Goshen and Muncie, and I basically wanted to shoot myself in the head every time we visited.

Yup. Like, you willingly ejaculated inside a woman, fucker, welcome to consequences.

Greetings fellow Hoosier. I left, because brain drain is real. *grin*

And Miss Scarlet’s amazing teal number.

DO NOT. You will regret it.

Fucking right??

Um, check your facts. Women get lower premiums, on average. Because, as it turns out, we’re a better risk.

All I know about the target demographic is that you mention that they’re 12-18 year old boys. And this is SO not the point, because it’s still mysogynistic as hell, but 12-18 year old boys don’t want to stare at ScarJo’s boobs? In what freakin’ universe??

*shrug* I wrote that way as a middle schooler. Some kids are verbal.

I don’t think I could ever be on Drake’s side of anything, because he looks...damp. Like a washcloth someone forgot to wring out before they hung him up to dry.

After it’s explained several times? Like I get that you could call red “color” but after it’s explained, you know, REPEATEDLY that other colors have individual names, would you then continue to say you wanted color paint? Like really? For real?

Do you read BCO much? How many times does just saying no actually work?

Restaurants with $40 steaks do not keep morning supplies hanging around in the evening. A chef, or a sous-chef/line cook, would have to step off what they were doing, take out all the ingredients, look out new mixing bowls, mix the batter fresh, use a pan or part of the grill to cook the pancakes on that was possibly…

Or...she could put the ketchup on the fries. Like a normal, sane person.

I’m pretty sure you won’t end up on BCO unless you angrily double down on your own pronunciation.

Except that, in common with most of these instances that make it to BCO, it was explained to her several times. Also, other things are not la carne. If she want’s la pollo, she’s not going to order la carne, so obviously she knows that there’s more meat than just from cows. Which was, again, explained, so that even if…