...Define "conferences". Because I really, really want to tour the inside of one of those Tumbleweed houses. I love them. They're adorable.

Definitely! I expected that to be the more likely use of them, to be honest. In the end, neither occurred.

This is similar logic to why I packed a small pack of condoms when my fiance and I went to Europe over the summer. Although we're abstinent, I wanted to be prepared on the off-chance that we decided to throw caution to the wind and make love on the emerald slopes of Ireland. Or in a bunkbed at a hostel. You know.…

I have a scale that gives me the approximate nutrient 'label' for that red pepper. It's fun. I like numbers.

I'm curious: why would you rather be the parent of the knocked than the knocker?

From what I recall from an interview with him, he says he twisted his wrist like that to cover her face when he realised there was a photographer. It was to give her the option to protect her anonymity, I believe.

True story: the first time I said 'I love you' to my fiance was in the bakery department at Walmart. Brief PDA followed.

I've generally replaced it with the word 'some' ("I had some twenty cookies."). However, I think this change makes me sound somewhat archaic and maybe a little...British, perhaps?

I don't think it speaks poorly of you as a person, not at all. Such charity, to me, is an expansion of the idea of speaking for those who cannot speak for themselves. And in your diet, you are balancing your own natural drives with the need to be compassionate for your 'prey'. At least, that's how I see it.

What are you talking about? That sounds BRILLIANT! I never thought about making my own books on tape like that.

"...back into the hell tunnel from whence it came."

Pegging?

LUSH's aggressive sales associates are the exact reason I loathed them and refused to shop in the store for years. It took my best friend's fervent recommendation (and assurance that their sales associates are great if you are looking for help with a specific problem) for me to deign to go in again.

I like "vulva" better. It just rolls off the tongue. Although frankly, I think most of the disdain for the word "vagina" comes from its under-use. We hear "penis" all the time (comparatively). What makes a vagina inherently dirtier, eh world?

When I read your comment, I started wondering if you might be my best friend. She's the exact same way, and we're 24 this year. Memories of what she's forgotten made this trailer hard for me to watch, too. I'm so sorry that you had to endure that. :(

My favourite part was, "Our first customer!" as a soldier fell through the trap door.

Stories like that about girl scouts is what made me choose Cubs over Brownies when I was a wee lass. I wanted to go camping! Spelunking! Canoeing! And I did! (But I'm sure I would have in Brownies/Girl Guides as well. I just wasn't big into crafting at age eight.)

Due to the spelling of "come", I didn't read it the way they apparently intended it to be read, and how it seems the author read it. I read it as something far more sinister.

Being that I'm not part of BYU, or even the Mormon faith, I don't think that I'm culturally in any place to comment on the girl's outfit with respect to the honour code. So...I went and conferred with those among my friends who are both Mormon and BYU students! This netted me all of one opinion to relay to you tonight:

That reminds me of a quote I learned right here on Jezebel! (I think)