I think I heard that on The Blaze.

You got off easy when they picked that moose cock— I'd leave your neck in a noose in a trench and shot! Your whole family- shot! All your wizard friends- shot! Anyone who sold you pierogi- shot!

Talk about coincidences! I just watched this episode last night. :p

It really does get better, especially for this particular diagnosis. In my early twenties, I was a complete wreck. Now, at 36, I no longer qualify for the diagnosis. I take a few pills each day and try to maintain mindfulness, and I live a kinda-sorta-fairly normal life. Hang in there! :)

Hey Crabman- got milk?

I wanna try too! If you can see this, it did the same to me. :p

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Who knew? Fans of body piercing, for one... I happen to love my titanium additions. :)

Damn skippy they did. I think it's only fair to include asexuals, another marginalized and misunderstood minority.

Jennifer, for me. It's sad, because I KNOW that there are some awesome people out there named Jennifer, but every single one in my life has been a horrible person.

My husband's bitch of a sister did it to me. I had a small, unconventional ceremony, and I wore a blue sundress. The few other women who were there dressed casually, as had been requested— except for this skank, who showed up in a blue sundress JUST LIKE MINE, only much shorter and lower-cut up front. Seriously,…

Aww, chill out— you just need to go to the b-a-s-t-h-r-o-h-s-m-e.

Lovers of quality body jewelry are very familiar with this process! Titanium is one of the best materials for long-term wear, and many pieces are anodized to gorgeous colors.

I never had to put up a fight or even bring up the subject. One month there was a co-pay, and the next there just wasn't anymore. I'm afraid that's not much help to anyone, of course, but yes, mine is indeed co-pay free. And I'm a Poor, so I appreciate that very much. The last thing Poors need is an unplanned mouth to…

I'm so sorry about your dog, seriously. I understand.

Hell, I lived within 50 miles of Scott in the early EIGHTIES and heard booms regularly. It's kind of a nostalgic childhood memory now, since it's been so many years since I've heard one.

Klinger is all we need!

I must confess that I LOVE the smell— for itself, not just because it's on money. I have no idea why, but I find it lovely and sniff bills whenever I happen to have some. Meaning rarely.

If you can believe it— computers. I was one of those weirdos who referred to "infernal machines" and wouldn't have anything to do with one. Then, in 2001, my husband had had enough. He bought a new Dell and sat me down in front of it, encouraging me to just mess around for a while. He firmly believed that I'd get more…

God, I miss the 90s. I'm not even kidding. :p