Welp, I need to reread my comments before I hit post. My bad on the redundancy my bad.

Oh, man, I had those nightmares all the time, I had them all the time. It all contributed to my fear of ever driving myself, I think. Eventually I got past it and learned how to drive, and it became my passion, no less, but there was a few hairy years between sixteen and the age at which I finally learned...

Really, really torn on this. I like the idea, I like the fabric... but I don’t like how it looks. The draping is weird, like a shiny trash bag.

Yep. My father was (well, is, but he’s been dry for three decades) an alcoholic. I suspect the same about my biological mother, though I don’t know for certain and don’t particularly care to. Warnings about genes were all I needed to keep an eye on it. Teenagers are capable of understanding concepts like hereditary…

Huh. I did not expect this answer, and I have to say that although I don’t like the compromise, I’m willing to live with it for the reasons you detailed. Thanks.

I’ll bite. Why not start taxing churches? I feel somewhat neutral about the idea, I’m interested to hear why you think they shouldn’t be taxed.

Trump’s secrets:

He’s like a living political cartoon. How could you even make a caricature of that? It already is one.

I as well. I was an early bloomer. My younger brother didn’t really learn how to read until he was seven. Kids develop differently.

Sneaker Pimps are everything, and Kelli Ali’s voice is wonderful. I have a playlist I use when I just need to chill out that consists mostly of them, Portishead, and Massive Attack. It’s the best.

Yes, that does happen from time to time. Some posts circulated a while back about a dude who stole a whole skull and made it all the way back to the United States, somehow. Incredibly sick.

No, no! Not that bad. Inside the labia instead of chilling in the general crotch region. Thankfully.

Oh, me too! It was on the inside, if you get me... I have never seen so much pus at one time in my life when that sucker let go. Absolutely disgusting.

I was gonna say. When I lived in San Diego, it was an open secret that there was at least one massage place that also provided happy endings. This isn’t that rare. It’s actually a pretty common front. That it ended up on Yelp, though...

I use tweezers for the coarse hairs, but for the finer stuff I use this.

I think I remember that. She was also living with the girl’s family, no? The whole thing was way, way too strange. People are more sordid than most think.

You’re not a very nice person. Running an errand off base is perfectly fine unless you’re a Marine, and in a military town (which, I’m guessing this was Fairbanks, so... yeah), almost no one gives one cool damn or another if you’re wearing a uniform, because it’s pretty darn normal. It’s really not a big deal.

True for Marines, and it’s very strict (you can only stop for essentials off-base - you may still get yelled at), but sailors and USAF personnel may run errands during and after the workday still in uniform. I think most would agree stopping to grab a game and go home to play would count. You just can’t drink or do…

Ugh, yeah. I am as well, half Mexican, half a certain type of notoriously hairy European. I’m light-skinned with medium hair, so my hair isn’t AS noticeable (on my face, that is... my arms have a bumper crop of dark hair, but I don’t really care any more), but there is... so, so much of it, and you can tell I have a…