Oh, no way. My mom has much better grammar than that.

Krindy! They have to name it Krindy.

MK could post a picture of me naked and mock me and I'd still love him. Yeah, some of the things he says are inappropriate but it's not like most of them don't have it coming. He's just as hard on the men. Plus, I have little respect for either KK or JJ.

Yeah, come on. Milkers? There's many a funnier choice. Hoo-has? Juggz? Breasts the size of watermelons? I think milker, I think milkmaid. Blah

UGGHH!! Did you know that 90% of all bacteria that sometimes infects public beaches comes from bird shite? And don't forget swimmer's itch, and a whole host of protists I really don't feel like elaborating on right now.

Is it wrong if my mother was several of these? All at different times? Oy.

Is there a motor in the back of that Honda?

To answer this question, I'd have to have an "Ex" and a "New Person," so I have no idea.

I don't get weddings. What is the big deal? Why do people have to watch? Ugh.

@Noah D: Damnit!! I was going to say that.

I must say, though, I love ironing.

Well, I guess I'm not going to Yemen!

I've been saying this for years. This also includes capitalism and religion. As long as these three things are prevalent in society, women will be subjugated. I'm glad there's very little of any of those things in Manitoba.

Has anyone ever seen that episode of Full House where Jesse has to wear the pregnant belly? And the old man is like "...a pregnant man!" I say that whenever I see this. Oh, and who the shit cares as long as this child is taken care of? Jesus H. Christ.

Oh! And, I can't believe I forgot this, but a few weeks ago, I was so drunk I barely remember it, I assume I really had to pee and my cousin and friend and I had gone into a gas station on our way home so I could go. I guess the attendant told us the bathroom was out of order, and my cousin said I just ran to the back…

Regardless of the morality of the situation, that's damned hilarious. And are cucumbers gourds? I didn't know that.

Oh, and re: drunken men. This woman I used to work with's brother once was so drunk, he stumbled into his neighbour's house, pulled a package of hot dogs out of the fridge, and proceeded to fall asleep on a couch in the basement while eating said raw wieners. The neighbours found him the next morning with the hot dogs…

@Triphena: I agree, heartily.

I believe bastards prefer the term "love child" these days.

This reminds me of that episode of Seinfeld where George confesses his ambition is to make love to a really tall woman. And then one just shows up at the door.