Seattle has one—its easy! The city provides a food/yard waste can along with our trash and recycling cans. Put all compostable materials in it, and the city takes it away! So it's more about separating actual trash from compost and then throwing things in the right bin.

And its name was Piglet!!!!

I love my dog perhaps the most, but she does lick her bathing suit area frequently, then lick people—-so the kitty paws are probably comparable.

Nothing more romantic than tuna! Your comment improved a seriously lame afternoon.

Yes! The kid gets much better treatment because she is small, cute, and can't be expected to know better!

Ketchup with butter—-it might be delicious (must try later?) but it ain't spaghetti sauce.

That's hilarious. My mom keeps trying to use the little kid names we had for stuff (I'm the youngest and I'm 37) but no one else is down with that. She just looks ridiculous.

If the coffee came with no strings attached, I would agree—but I fear accepting the coffee would come with the expectation that I then BE NICE, which I can't promise...

I'm super excited that someone knows how it will end other than GRRM. I have a fear of being left hanging after reading the books since 1999. I already went on a long roller coaster with Robert Jordan (yes I know people love to hate him, but at least he has female characters dammit!), and fear another beloved author…

Mine hates that I am not a morning person. He's constantly trying to game my system, and offering to bring me coffee first thing, or get an electric blanket so I wake up warm, or start playing music to wake me up, or...

Excellent point. Just bring a woman is enough provocation for this scum.

What a pathetic example of how threatened some people are by notable women, and how willing to use shaming terms to "put her in her place" people like that are. Good on the school for cutting him. There's no "douche" in "team."

ferrets are fantastic small pets.

What a gorgeous kitty!

Him having taken my clothes off his body to fuck her was a slap in the face—him wearing my clothes was pretty normal. We were young goths and the same night. Dude stole some dresses and makeup when we broke up.

we were all part of a co-Ed society in college with a big (frat-type, but needs!) house. Said bf and I were visiting on during summer vacation, and I went to sleep early. I woke up alone the next morning and, based on the shiny new drinking/drug problem bf had, was legitimately worried that he was passed out somewhere…

Found him peacefully sleeping in a bed being the little spoon to a woman I hated who, in her sleep, had a tight hold on his cock. And he had been wearing some of my clothes, now scattered on her floor.

Body dysmorphia by proxy?

Your mom sounds pretty awful—I'm so sorry she put that shit on you!

This would likely exponentially increase bullying, especially boys bullying girls verbally. "You know what I think is attractive, GIRL?" followed by a gross list of items he likes on her *OR* things she doesn't have! This is a TERRIBLE plan!