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I know it's a quality that is practically required to be a politician, but Bachmann really is the master of answering a question without actually providing anything close to an actual answer. Listen to an interview with her sometime, it's really amazing the verbal pretzels she needs to tie herself into to warp and

Sarah Palin's political career ended five years ago, and it was far from the end of her. Batshit Bachmann will be around as a cable news talking-head for years to come, no worries.

Apparently Batshit Bachmann is more popular in other parts of the country than she is here at home. My Mom told me a story a few years ago that happened to her while she was travelling (I think it was in Arizona, but it may have been New England). She met a nice young couple somewhere and started chatting with them.

My preferred term for these kinds of people is "Anti-Christians". Not worshippers of the Antichrist, obviously, those would be Satanists I suppose. I simply apply the term to people who claim to be Christians, but in their lives and their words actually get just about everything that Jesus preached backwards.

Actually, no. It's more of a "clinical reference" kind of a term. She's not much of a talker *during* unless she's suuuuuuuper drunk.

My wife sometimes refers to that whole area as her "ladybits".

I'm absolutely seconding your observation about the pacing. It nearly killed my interest several times, but I managed to keep coming back. I usually binge-watch entire seasons of a show at once, but by happenstance I watched AoT every week as it was released, which I think was the saving grace that allowed me to make

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"You meddlesome hussy! Do not touch the sacrifices!"

Not exactly the same thing, since we ended up having the baby instead of aborting (this time), but before we knew the sex of the baby we couldn't give it a proper name but still had to refer to it in some way. It began as "Ziggy" the zygote, and eventually graduated to "Cletus" the fetus.

I've never actually played Mass Effect, and know almost nothing about the game series (except all the bitching my buddies did about the ending to ME3). I wanted to pick up the trilogy and run through it, but I was curious about one thing. Is there a difference in gameplay between the PC version and the Playstation

The last time I did an oh-god-not-again-why-are-you-reading-like-5000-pages-in-a-row binge to prepare myself for Dance with Dragons, I came up with a policy to help move things along that seemed to work well: do a shot at the beginning of each Tyrion chapter. Highly recommended!

This term has now been added to my permanent lexicon when making reference to sexytimes.

Thank you for being of the few voices of reasons on this story. There are so many people who are assuming that Dad simply must be an asshole, and I just don't get it. If anything, I think it reflects more on the person making those assumptions that everyone else must be a selfish status-obsessed douchebag without any

Scars make for great stories. My accident took 33 stitches to sew up my jaw, and 4 stitches to sew up my lip. I forgot to mention, I also completely severed my lip in half from the impact. It got sewed up and healed surprisingly well. I had a spot on my lip where the nerves were dead and I couldn't feel anything, but

My friend and I were bored (and totally sober, believe it or not) and discovered that there was a ledge running all the way around the outside of the theater building on the university campus. Why did we decide to scoot out on this narrow ledge and follow it all the way around a random building? Because 20-year-olds

I also had a situation once where I was the grossest thing that someone else had ever seen. When I was 20 years old, I had an accident and fell off the side of a building (don't ask) into a window well. I fell about 20-25 feet, onto concrete, on my face. I took the majority of the impact directly on the point of my

Why are so many of these stories set in San Francisco?

If you are really feeling that lonely, then try this trick: tie a pork chop around your neck. That way, at least a dog will pay attention to you.

At least you're an honest hate-reading masochist. That's got to count for something, right?

Please tell me you're not serious. Did she really do that?