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Mine have never come with a frame. A collapsible metal frame is not much, though.

Ok I'll bite. I'm a woman happily married to one of the multitudinous futon-on-the-floor-of-an-abysmal-studio-apartment guy. The only chair in his apartment was a broken lawn chair. More about him in a minute. The guy before him had mattresses directly on the floor, one broken loveseat, no dishes, you get the idea.

Bartlett should quit her retail job and get a job as a server. This would kill four birds with one stone: 1) Bartlett would make more money (from tips). 2) Bartlett would always have ready cash. 3) Bartlett would understand tipping better, and how those workers need the tips until such time as the system

All these jokes remind me of a sentence we had in linguistics. The structure of the sentence is supposed to illustrate something. Anyway...

Yeah I wonder if Cameron Crowe ever picked apart "Dog and Butterfly" over breakfast with Nancy

That's what I was thinking. Spy code.

Charlie Brown and Red Haired Girl Poster was being facetious.

I've been reading this thread with pleasure and although not very knowledgeable, I keep my li'l creampuff up—am hesitant to ride with others who I don't think pay attention to their cars...just wanted to say something a little unrelated, as a house burned down in my town two days ago and I've known of several house

OK I'll take this one on. I didn't keep a ring so that's not part of it. Allow me to explain why I went on vacation with an angry, scary man, kept dating him until I could make my escape in the safest way possible, and placated him while I was in his presence (I didn't accept a proposal but we were in the car when

Well add me to the list. When I left my abuser (he wasn't bad, but it was headed that way) he proposed. I said I wasn't going to give any children a Daddy with a bad temper like he had. Like others here, I had to plot my escape wisely and carefully.

Second-waver here. I'm going to get no-fun and serious on here but I hope for an uplifting reason. I remember being coached early and often not to "define ourselves by whether we are in a relationship" and for serious, many of us from my age group thought we were going to be single all our lives. For one thing, we

I'm an average-looking woman. Mousy even. I just calculated up—and of all my single years past age 18, exactly 50% of the time I had a boyfriend. So, extrapolating, if 50% of the time a mousy wallflower has a boyfriend, why should it be a lie that a random woman who catches your eye has a boyfriend?

From what I understand, it was the prosecution who brought up the spelling of "Quesadilll....oh however you spell it." The prosecution said "How drunk and out-of-it could he be, when he spelled this word correctly?"

Worse than that. I was raised in a very strict fundie sect and didn't lose my virginity until I left that sect. What I didn't realize is there are guys outside that sect who are just as crazy or even crazier about the whole thing. The guy I was dating had been raised Catholic but wasn't a practicing Catholic.

I've seen a production of Aida where the role was sung by an African-American woman.

Goddamn Kinja. WOn't let me edit those stupid mistakes. Whatever.

Somehow, we got through the 80's with **everyone's** hair sticking up much higher than that.