I can't really speak for anybody else and obviously many of the other commenters on this article have their own experiences, but both of my parents were addicts and they ruined my and my sister's childhood and continue to be a burden on me (both emotionally and financially) to this day, so I guess I get to be that one…

yeah.........my dog is that dog....... We've been lucky enough to not experience a blockage, but I've picked up enough shredded, bloody cotton off the floor to have learned to hide my dirty sanitary pads in a bag under the sink where the dogs can't get to them...

I was in my own personal hell this last summer when my sister came home from a visit to a friends house with a particularly bad scrape on her knee. Within a couple days of the visit, the wound had tripled in size and began to ooze clear fluid. She asked me to examine it and I had her sit on the sink so I could wash it…

You ever squeeze a pimple and it shoots out so hard that you can hear an audible popping sound and it lands on the mirror? I'm imagining that x 100....

They should have just done what my parents did. Right before leaving the house, they could have dosed the kid with Nyquil or Benedryl. I peacefully slept through dozens of R rate movies as a toddler (my parents were not the best....).

I'm in Los Angeles, CA and even with the great imagery provided, I cannot comprehend that type of cold. I hope there are plenty of shelters set up for all of the people not lucky enough to have a place to stay each night.

I often wonder how accurate these questionnaires are. In my office, we have been told never to speak about our pay by management. I have no idea how much my male counterparts make, nor do I feel comfortable asking them for fear that I might get officially reprimanded for doing so. From what I have read, it is a fairly…

Damn, I wish I didn't now know the back story of all of these because I would want EVERY SINGLE PAIR! I can't even wear high healed shoes, but I would put them on my shoe-rack like art...

One time I almost gave myself a heart attack after I ate a tray of red velvet cupcakes during finals week.

also:

I've been playing with this thing for two days. My favorite (and most intelligble) one has been:

This sounds like every movie experience I have ever had with my Grandmother.

Well........putting biological realities aside, who exactly are they hurting by saying that they are "squirtlekin" (or tacos for that matter)? It's really more of a philosophical debate than anything. I'm going to super generalize here and say that accepting doesn't necessarily have to mean that you believe that these…

Heh. I am fully aware what they mean, but I did not feel the need to further correct the first commenter as it is sort of an asshole thing to do and we both know what we meant...

I think therefore I am, I guess.

I honestly can't imagine it, but then it's never been about gender for me, so I guess it's just very hard for me to relate. It just seems that at some point we should stop trying to fight each other and work harder making the world a more accepting and welcoming place for young LGBTQs to come out in the first place…

I don't see why it would be hard to accept those other orientations. If they are not something you are attracted to, then you don't have to date them.

I'd tell people that I'd screw anything with legs, but that would be ableist...

I think Kate Leth pretty much sums it all perfectly........

Yeah, Bound gave 13 year old me some reeeeeeally strange feelings the first time I caught it on late night tv.