Considering I woke up at 4am with Armageddon going full tilt in my uterus, I am right there with you.

Just start saving all your black tights that have runs in them now. It'll save you money and heartache later on. She can just rip up your old ones more, rather than you buy new ones which she will promptly tear up, causing the crazy-eyed mom.

Yup. Ladyballs - ACHING.

How does Ri-Ri keep her eyes so clear and white!? If I even listen to Cheech&Chong album, my eyes go super glassy/puffy/gunshot-bloodshot.

I have friends who named their kid Dice.

I grew up in a household of limited means, so the majority of our meals were homecooked (my how THAT has changed for the American poor) - I can remember a spell after my dad and I were first on our own in which we ate little more than eggs and rice for dinner each night. Dad did the best he could to make it…

The Kitchen House explores this white woman v. black woman from an interesting narrative perspective. The narrator starts out in the kitchen as an indentured servant and *thru the magic of fiction* dramatically changes status in the Master's home.

Even as a child, my dad walked like he was late for EVERYTHING (maybe he was, I didn't own a watch until I was 16); because of this, I walk like I am being hunted TO THIS DAY. Mr. Dentata constantly complains that I walk too far ahead.

Therefore, my anecdotal knowledge renders this study MOOT!

Is it the un-pretty side of my psyche that whole-heartedly wants to believe that when the DL says he is appreciative of a beautiful woman, that he sees a different beauty than what we've been spoon-fed to think of as beautiful?

Basically, I'm asking, "Will the Dalai Lama think my gappy grin is endearing? Because it…

I will trade you ALL THE KUNG PAO for one hedgie and an afternoon spent leaned against an old stone wall reading and sipping the wine.

My question as well.

What fucking part of the human body was that even on!?!?

Oh Christ.

Save us all from the too-smart and socio-sexually inept young man.

I chased and was chased by a few variations of this dude throughout high school and the early part of college (competing Nationally in Speech/Debate and Quiz Bowl-type competitions gave me plenty of access to my preferred lady-boner material:…

Regardless, he's cute as hell and I want to wub his wittle belly. Yes I do.

SHUT.UP.

I ain't sayin' nuthin' 'bout nothin'; just noddin.

You snooze, you lose. I mean look at him, wearing metaphorical suspenders and everything. ROWR!

And a full beard, oh mama!

Rum also tends to wear large print, loud Hawaiian shirts without a hint of irony.

My vagina is ashamed.

Much like the time I woke up after the sexy dream about the wife from Dream On.

I'll take the dude in tree pose with a semi. thankyouverymuch.