*opens arms* I love my fellow Jezzies! Welcome!

A WOOD baseball bat (yeah, I've got one; it's heavy and I LOVE it!) and BEAR spray. Not "pepper spray"..."BEAR SPRAY." And get training on using it. Mine is a lovely little canister (looks like a mini fire-extinguisher) with a pull trigger that glows in the dark. CHARMING! (And, natch, the "DUH" stuff, like: …

Run Girl. Trust me. Just...GO. Cut it off; make it a clean break; don't fall for whatever marshmallow fluff falls out of his mouth next. It will only be worse the next time. And there WILL BE a next time.

I...I'm sorry. I feel ashamed now. Here I was coming in to complain about my truly awful last two weeks (6 months, actually) and yours was the first comment I read. Forgive me.

Seriously. Reservoir Dogs, sir. Reservoir Dogs.

There's a valid reason why "Policemen beat and Firemen cheat" is a saying. I had to call the cops on their fellow "brother in blue" more than once, due to him beating the ever-loving crap out of my upstairs neighbour, often while she was holding their newborn. They never did a single thing. AND he was already on…

The whole "obey all laws" and "NO driving" things were most hysterical. I'm not entirely certain, but I do believe this will be her SEVENTH trip to rehab. (Two trips each to La Cirque & Promises, Malibu; the one to UCLA; the one to Betty Ford; and now this one. I know, I have an unhealthy knowledge.)

Simply wonderful!

The problem is the rules are always changing, kind of like how caffeinated coffee causes breast cancer, and then a couple years later decaffeinated coffee causes breast cancer, etc...

While I agree with you on the voluntary recall (bad form on their part, essentially calling some of their customers ignorant on use of product, and looks especially callous in light of it being INFANTS who died), I do think we live in an era that caters to idiocy.

All I know is that these didn't exist when I had my oldest two, and I liked holding my sleeping babies myself anyway.

I want to thank you for your honesty. I'm also overweight (I'm going through some serious stuff right now, and I've been drinking more than I should). According to virtually EVERYONE who knows me (including Hubs), I should weigh much less, due to my eating habits. I eat a lot of vegetables, enjoy fabulous home-made…

Thank you for pointing out the ironies in these men's choices. I don't even know what else to say.

Oh, FFS. *goes to nearest wall to bang head* I am S.O. tired of all this shit.

All this crap makes me want to bang my head against a wall. Am I alone here?

I don't even want to know what a "German meat chip" is. (No offence intended.)

I worked the 10 p.m. - 7 a.m. shift at a 24-hour drugstore/pharmacy, and I worked Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, New Year's Eve...basically ALL the holidays. We didn't whine, we didn't Roshambo for it, we just did it. We requested days off, and volunteered for holiday shifts. The difference was, my store was Union.

Am I the only one who read that title as "Will Bring Pee..."?

Guacamole (good guac, at least) is an art. I make mine from scratch, at home, and it is ALWAYS what I am asked to bring to Superbowl parties, gatherings, etc.

I second that. Add in a little Grape Nuts, and it's the shit! I've loved coffee yoghurt since I was a kid.