If we can dream it, we can be it.
I fear what I might do if I were too close to Gareth David Lloyd, or rather he should fear it, unless he really enjoys second-hand embarrassment/someone possibly peeing in their pants. I commend you on your control, bladder and otherwise.
As someone who had her first panic attack in 8 (8!) years this morning, can I please have my imminent breakdown with weed and red wine in Hawaii? Pretty please?
Two words: Cupcake Sandwich. Take off the bottom, put it on the top. Icing mess avoided. This was the "Stars they're just like us" dirtbag for me. I literally cannot stop eating cupcakes and wish I had enough access to ribs to not be able to stop eating them.
Recess was the bomb, I had a weird sort of crush on TJ Detweiler. There was a period there, when Saturday morning cartoons got really weird. My mom loved Mr. Bumpy, we still sing the "I Was Right Song" to each other. Of course, I was older than the target audience at this point.
I used to think there was no song I hated more than "Believe" by Cher. Then you reminded me that "No Handlebars" existed. It is the worst song ever recorded. Worse than "Miss New Booty," worse than "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald," worse than "Pontoon," worse than "The King of Wishful Thinking," worse, even, than…
The company I currently work for is moving some employees (warehouse staff, the receptionist) to temp employees, like having them go sign up for the staffing agency and reassigning their status so they don't have to offer them benefits. It's a shitbird thing to do. One more month and I get to put in my notice.
When I read that he was in it, I was all like, "Oz, quit making me sad. :(" Of course, he doesn't know me, so he doesn't really give a flying fart what I think.
I guess they mean no one has just gotten it, I'm guessing the lab worker was exposed while working, right?
A case hasn't occurred since 1949 in the US, and routine immunizations stopped in 1972. There is some concern that if smallpox were to somehow be released here that we'd be royally screwed, as far as pandemics go.
When my mom had H. Pylori, it was not at all common. In fact, several well-respected doctors at a large teaching hospital (*cough* Penn State Hershey Medical Center *cough*) told her it was "pre-menopausal" and "all in her head". One youngster was all, "I just read about this thing, let's see if you have that." A…
My mom just had a laproscopic hernia repair in which, because she does nothing small, the largest piece of surgical mesh currently in a human was installed in her abdomen. 500 stitches and surgical tacks, all through a few holes in her belly.
A girl needs to know all about throbbing members and engorged manhood(s?) and whatnot. :D