Except that we've known all along how Ted met Lily, in the dorm at Wes freshman year. Also, in the alternate ending flash-forward with Stella, the kids turned blond, which would imply that they're both the biological kids of Ted and the mother.

"Are you sure?" would be a perfectly acceptable answer to the employee who erroneously thought that cage-free and free range were the same thing, for example. People aren't obnoxious for doubting an incorrect answer, especially if the employee didn't seem to put any effort into finding out, and if the answer is…

Why the slam against the midwest? Just because they don't live near an ocean doesn't mean that Midwesterners don't have easy access to freshwater fish. Also, to modern food shipping/refrigeration technology.
Growing up in New England, I used to love visiting my family in Chicago because CRAB LEGS. Although I'm sure…

To be fair, there actually is a difference between "cage-free" and "free-roaming" egg layers. "Free roaming" means that they have access to the land outside their coop — though in reality the birds are often so crowded on top of each other in the coop that they actually can't get to the door. Still, by law, as long as…

Exactly about the dairy in fast-food shakes! At this point I'd be surprised if one of them was made with dairy. And I can't think of a fast-food chain that uses "milk" in the name anymore. McDonald's has shakes, Wendy's has frosties...

I am absolutely not saying that's why she had it. I know other women who have had the same surgery for the same reason. I understand both the risk and the reward.

Is she going to get a preventative Brazilian butt lift this time?

When my cat is investigating my bubble bath and falls in, I guarantee you she's not feeling sexy. Just hot and wet, and angry.

The loveliest, kick-assingest. Original G right there.

Agreed 100%.
I was raised to believe that there are few acceptable words for sexting: cock, balls, pussy, clit, tits, ass. Keep it simple and straightforward; leaves more energy to describe what you're doing to and with them.

Indeed she would have! I was rather disappointed in her dress, hair, veil — everything was just so limp.

I kept misreading the headline as being about a sex TRAFFICKING app. So when I read the article, I was actually relieved, oddly.

I kind of hated it; it didn't look charming and sweet, it looked like models being paid to make out. I mean, that one couple in the slouchy hat and striped shirt was totally going to town on each other, which was hot, but not at all spontaneous.
But EVERYONE was posting it all giddy and I didn't want to be the party…

I once at a mere two pints of blueberries in a sitting, and the next day it looked like I was pooping blue plastic. Deep, true blue, all the way through. It was terrifying. I actually tried to remember if I'd bit down on a pen or something, until I remembered the fruit binge.

Exactly! And this is why I was having the conversation with said guy fiend— he couldn't understand why I'd never married, and he was baffled by some of my dating choices. As I explained this stuff to him, as it came tumbling out of me, I could see a new understanding in his eyes. Then he said, "It can't have been…

I was just talking with a dear guy friend about a lot of this the other night. How I've known from a young age my value as an object, a prize, an achievement, instead of as a person. And thus, how desire feels like an oppressive weight, and relationships often feel like control, like ownership.

The corollary to the bullshit "All my friends are guys" is "Women just don't like me; they're always mean bitches." Yeah, they don't like you because you're nasty, competitive, backstabbing, jealous, and starved for attention.
There was a point in my life when I worried that I had too many guy friends, and maybe for…

AND CHOKE YOU! Seriously, who gives two shits about the eye-fucking if he's choking you?
Apparently it's a thing he's into. Again, don't google his hook-up practices if you want to keep you teenage Jordan Catalano dreams alive.

Creep factor aside...
Those knickers pictured are gorgeous! Where can I get me a pair — to not wear to church, obvi.

Wait, does that actually exist? I have Italian knees too, and I totally want the knee lipo!