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Whoops. Um, join me over here to the left, ad infinitum, and we'll kicks some other pineapple hating butts.

I am having pineapple on my pizza RIGHT NOW and if you wait until I'm done chewing the glorious cheesy sweet juiciness WE WILL TAKE THIS OUTSIDE, DUDE!

This right here, East, but with a twist.

I just snorted all over my screen at the terms "clown wig" and "electrocution hair." Can barely type for snorting!

I'd never get a tattoo because of pain and constant buyer's remorse about everything, but i love love love tribal facial tattoos on Maori, African, Berber women and men. Just gorgeous. Do eeeeeeeet!

Lord have mercy, this reminded me of the time I read that melting Vaseline and applying it to the hair would condition it. Read it in a beauty book for Black women and I am not Black. It took days to come out and meanwhile it attracted all sorts of dust and lint and cat hair.

I have curly wispy hair and at age 14 I attempted to give myself the Farrah Fawcett feathered back look so common in the late 70s. I cut my bang hair into a triangle leaving a little tuft about a quarter inch long in the middle of my forehead. My friend, who at the time was sporting a bad tight perm and looked like

I lived in Vegas for a year and a half. I had a hard time making friends and finding jobs that paid a living wage or insurance even though I have a college degree and work experience. The cost of living (food, apartment rental, car registration) was astronomical, and because it tends to have a transient community of

Oh there are worse places. Like Reading, PA, the devil's armpit.

My partner is butch and has very delicate features with striking eyes. She gets awestruck commentary about her eyes (are they real?) and hideous, debasing comments and discussions made about her. Rednecks in a truck slowing down to a crawl discussing her gender, grandma in a supermarket telling a grandchild that

I had a breast reduction a few years ago and went from a 34 JJ to what I thought was a double D. After all the swelling settled down and I was allowed to wear underwire again, I went to the local specialty shop to get measured again. I walked in the door and the saleslady said "Gee." So I answered "Gee, hello?" And

I have to retract my comment since Mrs Ruskin was very young.

I'm not really interested in watching a movie about desire, disappointment and angst starring a pubescent girl like this actress. Can't imagine that at her age she can perform a role with any depth of emotion, especially one that might call for subtlety caused by Victorian restraint. That being said, I'd watch any

Now that I think of it, I work at hospice and we can take time off if a pet dies. We get paid shit, but I've been lucky for all the support and understanding when my cats died.

That's an interesting question.

I had a Sim on Sims 2 who got to level 10 in creativity, making paintings of all sorts of dumb things, her yard, the fridge, etc. Once she retired I figured it was time for love and as she waited for her blind date outside, a satellite landed on her and killed her. I had no idea that might happen!

We saw this and thought Mr Shark was marking territory in a foul and most disgusting manner. Is it poo or pee? Or worse?

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! You win with me!

One of my favorite beaches is the tip of a barrier island in my county. There are strong currents nearby and we've seen lots of birds, fish and even small bonnethead sharks caught by fishermen. One afternoon when the place was pretty full, I noticed people standing in waist deep water looking down at their feet.

That was very helpful, thank you. Initially I thought it was a pretty sumi-e box. Duhhhrrr.