I have a good one, too. He's honest to a fault. He's also affordable. He takes care of everyone's car at my office now, too. We all found out the guy is a complete bad-ass. Word of mouth, yo!

I think I'm going to get my boyfriend to go get my car inspected this time, instead of me. The last time, it was so uncomfortable. They took a really long time, probably charged me too much, and some of the mechanics stared at me really... just not good. Not good.

I would have been so enraged. I would have left without buying the car. Only because I'm a hot-head, though. Was your husband pissed that guy did that, or what?

We've got trains going through all types of town in Texas. Some with and some without the train warning thingies that come down and block the crossovers. There are major freight trains that come through Austin multiple times a day. I'm so used to it.

Dorothy Mantooth is a SAINT!

The sound gets so loud here in Texas, it's deafening sometimes. Like, too much to be outside, however, it's usually too hot to be outside during the long hot afternoons anyway.

Yup, we get em every year in Texas. Soundtrack of my summer youth, indeed.

Agreed. The only thing that matters first and foremost: Cleanliness - STD and bathing, and whether or not it is interested in matching up parts...

I was about to get mad, then you mentioned keeping Austin. Whew. Thanks.

I LOVE THIS!!!

That, after 10 years of sexual torture, starvation, degradation. Eye for an eye.

Totally! Women have an intuition about this stuff that men just seem to be lacking in most cases!

I'm so sorry about your childhood. Makes mine pale in comparison. I guess we should all be thankful more of use don't turn out like this Castro dickhead.

It happened to me the other day, too. He sent me a pic when I was out of town. I did a double take. "When was this taken?" Then... horrified I realized. Thank god I had 2 days before I got back... just in time for prime stubble action. Whew.

Jackhd neah pahcahd's cahnah?

I can't decide. Which spectacular photo of Norman Reedus to post. I'll just start here.

What is this? 1950? Jesus Christ.

I honestly thought this article was going to be more about just something totally different. Like, love. Or something.

The war on boobs must stop!