I got nothing. Most unexpected thing to ever occur on one of my roadtrips (aside from emergency pee breaks, which don't count) was when a 2-foot deep, lane-wide hole opened up in the Pennsylvania Turnpike and ate our front tire at 6:30am on a Sunday. I'm told that such holes are not uncommon. However, finding an open…

Because (a) it's often a stepping-stone job, or a stopgap when you need to pay your bills or be on the street, and (b), at least in the state where I live, management can fire you for any or even no reason, but especially like to do so if they hear anything regarding unionizing.

So, since I'll be avoiding the shop until the policy is thrown out, any other Austin folks know of another non-chain undie & swimsuit shop around town who carry a good variety for those of us with larger breasts that I can visit instead? (I'd still like to keep my money in the local economy as much as possible.)

I'll be pulling for them, but I don't expect the win. (But I'm also a Cubs fan, so this is all familiar territory for me.)

Yeah, same here (woohoo, class of '99!). I had a gas-guzzling clunker with a V8 for my first car, and I grumbled about it costing $20 to fill up. Now, I'm all happy with my econobox's $30-35 fillup price, until I think back to prices then and realize that I'd be pushing $10 per fillup if prices were the same.

That and "Every Little Step" are my Bobby Brown jams to this day. So, so much rush hour car-dancing to those.

It was my first exposure to Cheech Marin as a kid. I'd constantly go around and say "Well, better late than never," when the situation called for such a line in his distinct accent for years to come after that.

Just throwing in my 2 cents that your assessment of all the films is the opinion I most identify with (and, for clarity's sake, Raiders is one of my favorite movies of all time, hands down). The biggest small crime of Crusade, for me at least, was reducing Marcus Brody to a bumbling old buffoon, rather than the aging…

I don't know about her, but I tend to do this when in a dress because dresses almost always lack any damn pockets & I no longer know what to do with my free hand. That pose seems halfway comfy. Also, it helps take pressure off of one uncomfortable-due-to-wearing-goddamn-heels foot at a time. Once that foot starts…

I'd completely forgotten about that last go-round. That does need to make a comeback.

True, which is why I just included "in my experience" there. Not just with the one guy either - I've known others who have fallen into similar scenarios. There are definitely folks in mature & healthy enough relationships that keeping things open is great, I've just had no personal interactions or experiences with…

"Open relationships" always seem to be code for "I want to see other people but don't want to lose my 'safety net'" in my experience. Only tried it in earnest once, at the guy's suggestion, back when I was barely 20 years old (for disclosure sake, I'm currently 33). He'd talk non-stop about this one girl he really…

That Fried Frito Pie was the best thing to cross my lips that year at the State Fair. I dream of it fortnightly, I swear.

See, it's good that I'm a Cubs fan too, that way all their losing gets me prepped to accept my Cowboys .500 record as "eh, not really that bad" by the time September rolls around.

Just wanted to chime in and say I'm 100% in your camp. Have tried self-pleasure in adulthood (it was never discussed in sex ed or our house growing up), figured out it was just not for me, but man, do I love me some sex, orgasm or not.

Goddamn, I love Roger. Unabashedly. I can't help myself.

According to the internet, 5, and 3 sisters.

This. Drew's a genuine dude - I've read his work for years, and the last thing I ever get out of any of it is "ulterior motives." I'll get "THAT'S GOOD HUSTLE" until the cows come home, but never "ulterior motives."

Hell yeah, don't go messing with Girl Scout-guarded HEBs. (Hell, don't mess with HEBs anyway. Because they are the best & I can't live without that grocery store chain anymore. Mmm, tortillas...)

I drive by that filming location nearly every day. And I hear her scream that line in my head almost every time as well.