My cervix just sent your cervix a solidarity bouquet.

I'm only willing to comment on this bluntly because this is a burner account...

I think you may be on to something. Guys will spread their legs super wide to accommodate their genitals under the pretense that they are 'too large' to fit in a standard seating position, but what if it is the opposite? Like your…

Like a houseguest. Marvelous at first and full of possibilities, but if left unsupervised for too long, they can be a real pain.

and now, continuing that rich and noble tradition, the United Kingdom is officially giving us Sex Box, a reality TV show where couples discuss relationship troubles with a group of experts then go in a box and fuck.

"They're making them, what more do you want?!"

This cat served in WWI for Germany but was more well known for WWII.

Sure, he looks cute and fuzzy and harmless, but he is from Australia, so he probably spits venom or breathes fire or sheds his skin, grows to 1,000 ft long Eldritch abomination and swallows battleships whole.

We are so lucky to have been raised amongst catalogs.

Yup. It is awful! It was compounded by the fact that I'm skinny and eat like a beast so my grandmother used to joke that I must have a tapeworm.

That was the greatest music video The Prodigy ever released.

Yet somehow we are continuously denied a film adaptation of A Canticle for Leibowitz.

Time to get back to work on The Road 2: A Path Less Depressing (just kidding, this shit is going to destroy your soul in ways you didn't think possible)

#6 gets bonus points if the grit is oppressive nanotech a la The Diamond Age.

He's all like "This is gonna be the best prom ever!"

Your tribe's armor should always look like a punk band that stumbled through both a fetish wear shop and the kitchenware section at Target.

I know. I can't stop staring at those pictures. It's freaking me out but I can't stop! Quick, somone help me before we wind up in an Infinite Jest situation!

Soylent Green.

Listen, I'm happy to give up soda, alcohol, television, endless web surfing and all my other vices. The minute we adopt national policies to relieve the stress and misery induced by my 60 hour-a-week desk monkey job working for corporate idiots. Where's that study, Science? When are you going to look into how mice…