"long as one joint of a finger...the infant in a bottle"

The Victorian child painting of yesteryear are designed to strike fear in the hearts of all, imo.

I totally understand—they have the audacity to pull this shit in public because they think they'll get away with it and that irks me as well.

I'd honestly rather them do it somewhere public so we know who they are.

That one fucking eye knows what he did.

For any DIYers out there, I would say that my brother and I did the slammed door thing, which was only successful for front teeth/canine teeth. Despite it seeming totally awesome, the "climb on the roof of the house, tie a toaster to your tooth, and drop it" only ends in a desire to jump from the roof into a snowbank.

Please name the one accidentally conceived after a second coming "Revelation".

Ugh. I imagine the inhabitants of Boobjokia think they know what's breast for women too.

"...Farris Wilks' baby, the Thirteen Foundation"

I have a sudden desire for a Bill O'Reilly shirt where a dog is just shitting right on his turkey-wattle neck.

It's so disheartening that we seldom seem to save these women.

Excellent explication, Hilary. This piece was a thorough and enjoyable read.

Uzis are precisely what the situation demands when those hills are alive and need to be killed dead.

:-) I can't take credit (I think that Dan guy in the overlay is responsible), but I tucked it away because I thought it was great.

I hope this helps:

I was thinking Mike Hunt, but that's usually what I'm thinking about half the time anyway, so.

Statement color? How's this for a statement: name it That Shade of Red you See When Police Brutality or Domestic Abuse is Brought to the Public Stage and no Justice Occurs.

These are just as insidious as tips to women for not getting killed, raped, harassed, stereotyped against, demeaned...

Hey, Kiss-shot, thanks for sharing. I read a lot of introspection and thoughtfulness into your post.

This is what happens when the power goes out, eh?