Absolutely — It's a lovely evening, and they could use a change! (haaarrrr....) ;)

Oi! and everyone hurting for your animal friends, I'm so sorry — my heart really goes out to you. I am (obviously, not happily) contemplating what I know will be the loss of my pooch who has quite honestly kept me on the planet a few times in his nearly 15 years. He's already surpassed his breed's normal lifespan, and…

Gah. I know: my ex used to say (I'm actually shuddering as I type this) "Do I fill you up?" and I cannot even say How Many Times I wanted to say, "Um, actually, NO."

Thank you, I just snort-laughed beer up my nose (totally worth it.)

You are _exactly_ right. It should be told it's a thing. Not allergic to latex, but allergic to plastics, and spermicides. If anyone remembers The Sponge, THAT was a problem I don't miss repeating, and am particularly glad my tubes are snipped so I don't have to experiment with 'what makes my innards swell and itch…

I want to reply, because I -did- make a comment above. One of the guys I mentioned, I am still friends with, and -absolutely- would have married, had timing/other things worked out. One of those "other things" would have been him being, from the very beginning of the relationship, direct, open, honest, humorous in the…

Mix me in to the teeny weeny blender. I will also admit to both 1-two of them and 2-my best friend _also_ being the same two guys. My friend and I shared much laughter about the shenanigans (Hey, we came from a small town...and a good bit of time between our respective shenanigans. We were probably early 20s at the…

Agreed. I had a screamer (in college) — a high-pitched, screeched all the way through sex, screamer. I ushered him outta there right afterwards and made a late night doughnut run for apology to my roommates. ;)

From one to another, see Fascinator blanket (for example, http://www.amazon.com/Decor-Fascinat…) — best sheet saver I've ever spent money on. Evah. It's like a miracle.

Oh, my good gawd, I -wish- I hadn't: I dated this guy for a while (1-why, I still will never know, and 2-thank goodness he was out of town most of the time) who NO KIDDING was a two-stroke wonder. If he made it to three, it was a freakin' miracle. And, he had no skills anywhere else, so lousy foreplay, two strokes,…

Yeah, I hear you that it sounds creepy, but downthread lots of replies make sense, plus, I know that (while my circumstances were different), when my twin daughters died very shortly after birth, I had them cremated. Had I made a different choice, it would have been amazingly costly, and while we had healthcare…

Actually, I've had to use the Life Hammer — not for the window part, but for slicing through the seat belt when I was crashed and upside down (there's a 'slicey part' that's inside and not just out there, so you don't accidentally hack yourself to bits) and stuck hanging. Very handy. BIG TIP: ATTACH THE THING TO YOUR…

YAY! :) That's my brother's dog! :)

ohbabyjeebux, I actually brayed like a donkey at that first kiss video. It just...happened. I hope the neighbors didn't hear. I can't believe that sound came out of my mouth as much as I -can- believe that 'first kiss from two people who Most Definitely Should Have Practiced on Pillows or Something!' looked like that.…

Ahm...."low educational achievement" at the moment frequently has little to do with poverty. This statement has so much research at the moment I refuse to even dignify it with a resource, because effing google it. (How damn many people have "high educational achievement" degrees right now that CAN NOT USE THEM?…

@amy - thank you: I'm really tired of feeling like I should be giving men a cookie for _not_ being horrible human beings. Yet, just the other day, I walked by a neighbor's apartment who is immensely good with his little son, seems to be quite kind to his partner, and was washing the dishes. I actually wanted to say,…

(TL;DR RAMBLE: Yes. My fort is open to anyone who has wine or their own designated beverage and no alternate motives other than blanket-fort-ness since I officially have Lost Any Brainpower other than the Wanting Of The Fort, trying to explain to People about everything from body fluids to basic humanity.)

There is power in having an awesome plunger. It's one of those things that, like AAA or emergency liquor or several $20 bills in your dresser drawer, if you don't need it, groovy. But when you need it, and you have it? You. Will. Be. So. Damn. Happy.

I hear you! Conversation had walking by my apt. manager carrying a plunger at 2:30 AM (!!): Me: You're. Effing. Kidding. Her: I know. Me: First thing I buy when I move into an apartment! a-Who doesn't know how to plunge, and b-How effing embarrassing! Her: Yep, and last thing I throw away when I move — not taking…

It's yet another college shooting. Not my alma mater, but several of my friends', less than 2 miles from where I lived in college myself, and 20 miles from where I live now. Not that it matters in the least — it could be anywhere. What will we argue fruitlessly about for weeks about now?