Someone should turn this into a movie of vignettes called Love, Not Actually, all of which take place at wedding rehearsals. Among the lede, yours, and Baby Jane’s, we’ve already got three!

LOL! The pastor decided (in the middle of it) that he wanted to go play golf. He told us all to get out of the church. One of the deacons said we could stay, just lock up and put the keys through the letter slot when we were done. So we stayed. Then he decides he’s going to stand in for the pastor, comes back, and…

Nah, you’re just bantamweights. My uncle’s rehearsal dinner we all got arrested. And I do mean all. Including the guy standing in for the pastor.

Also, and here’s the thing that always gets me with these kind of “let the man be part of the decision bills” - if they want to have equal say in whether or not a woman should get an abortion shouldn’t they be automatically legally responsible for at least 50% of taking care of that child once it’s born?

My kegel exercises have been paying off so I’m sure I could snap some off.

So are we a host when we have a penis inside us? Does that penis belong to us while we are hosting it? Can we do with it whatever we want? Just asking.

Reading that was cathartic and I empathize with the daughter. I was abused as a kid and I’m currently trying to negotiate and grapple with both loving my parents and being angry with them. They pretty much refuse to acknowledge the damage and hurt they inflicted and just deflect and guilt trip. It is not helpful when…

You missed the woman’s AWESOME follow up. Bravo!

Sad story. Brought an asiago bagel to work. Forgot chive and onion cream cheese. Refused to eat dry, found some mustard in break room. Grudgingly ate bagel and mustard.

does anyone else feel like they’ve aged like 15 years in the last 20 days?

SHARP cheddar

skim heads

also, skim.

IT’S NOT BLAKE IT’S FUCKING BECKY.

Actually, I’ve taught both authors at university level.

Alshon Jeffrey Beauregard Session IPA.

Not favorite enough to remember that not a single line from “The Tyger” is similar to Yeats’ “The Second Coming”. The meter, subject matter, and imagery are all completely different:

Ok, so I went to see him one time in Omaha when I was about 24, and three things stand out to me. 1) I met him in person when I was out wandering around the record tables, and I asked him about falling off the stage and breaking his wrist, which was probably rude to mention 2) he threw his guitar into the crowd, and…

Interesting story: while at first glance you would wonder how this could possibly be a surname, it’s actually from old Lebanese and refers to the family who discovered babaganouj.