Not to mention the fact that she looked NOTHING like Hollywood tells us a woman is supposed to look like. She had a big nose, a permanent sneer, and ugly-ass makeup. And she _owned_ that look.

Because she was extremely talented, very interesting for the counter-culture, and overall a pretty cool lady. I always was sure Amy was in on the joke about excess until I read that she died. I really wish she were still alive.

I agree. If you tried to cheat on your spouse - your WIFE, sorry, let’s just be honest here - and you’re stupid enough to get caught, you deserve to be mocked.

in which case I’ll just move on to another game..

You should not play this game.

in the vain of Bloodlines

Well, clearly the corner store owner should have been a billionare before trying to sue. Everyone knows that it takes money to make money.

Real feminists can’t breathe underwater.

I watched the whole thing without sound on and am quite pleased with that decision.

Most likely... but, hey, it’s still awesome.

Maybe you could benefit from an emotional support animal

I like the idea of Burning Man, but the reality fell pretty short.

Dragon’s Dogma should be GOTY2015. It was the last great console game.

“...for the ten-year-old parent, and her child, who is almost sure to have several genetic disorders due to the incest that caused the impregnation?”

I’m a poster who is forever grey and I really don’t care about that. I continue to post because occasionally, I read something I agree with so strongly I just have to hope you’ll see it.

Ree Drummond is a fantastic inspiration for holiday cooking. I have her first cookbook, a relatively light volume that’s padded out - nicely, I think - with pictures of the ranch she lives on, and little stories about her life. It’s a neat book, but it doesn’t have a whole ton of recipes in it.

Oh my god. That’s... that’s perfect.

Yeah, it’s a little disingenuous to say that someone doesn’t look like they need a service animal. Service animals do all kinds of things beyond opening doors and smelling smoke; there is such a thing as a therapy animal that someone needs for companionship.

I had a similarly empty flight about six months before 9/11. We were flying from Denver back to Boston, and for some reason, nobody was on the plane. We each had our own rows in this giant 747 behemoth. The flight attendants gave us all free wine, and then they sat down and watched the movie with us.

You’re right.