Yup, this. My sister wasn't diagnosed until a couple years ago, but it changed her life.

My brother was diagnosed with the disease in 1982, back before anyone had heard of gluten, and he gets pretty annoyed that these days he can't so much as communicate this to waitstaff at restaurants without getting pained eyerolls.

I used to love Dom Monaghan like crazy (his bromance with Billy Boyd was nothing short of epic). Then the story broke about those unbelievably awful texts he sent to a female admirer for committing the crime of not wanting to have sex with him, and now just seeing his name grosses me out.

You guiiiise! I think we just discovered Cher's secret to agelessness. She experiences time more slowly than us and just blew her cover. Today is Christmas 1971 in Cher-land.

Her complexion is fair.

Not getting pregnant after just a few months of trying doesn't actually mean that anything is wrong, does it? Isn't that pretty normal?

If you ever want to hear, in detail, about how gay men have sex with each other, talk to a homophobe.

Wow. Congratulations, Today Show, for being jerks to one of the nicest people in Hollywood.

From now on all my sex acts end me yelling Rumspringa.

one of the shelters I used to work for took part in a long term study of FIV cats and found that they have the same quality of life as FIV negative cats. No reason not to adopt one or two!

they are all looking at you like "excuse me, can we help you?" I dont think they are going to let you sit at their table at lunch, just a heads up.

My old broad has approximately four teeth and was present in barn where baby Jesus was born. Seriously, this cat is going to outlive everyone and be the lone survivor of the global warming/nuclear war/zombie apocalypse.

Dammit dog, get outta my sunbeam!

Sorry for threadjacking, but... where's the open thread for all of those who have spent Christmas eve with their parents and are drunk as fuck to cope with the whole thing? I have to vent!

Atlanta is great. Flying with a newborn, not so much.

Each of the 6 surgeries I had, Little Kitty would sit on me 24/7 until I was on my feet again. Like, for two weeks straight. My family would bring her meals w/ mine so she didnt have to leave. When she couldn't sit on me bc I was in pain, she'd sleep on the pillow with her nose pressed against my cheek, watching me…

Followed for acknowledgment of awesomeness of beer.

Wait, you go inside the Wendy's?

Same here. I don't celebrate, but still buy gifts for my little relatives.