Led Zeppelin’s Moby Dick and The Beatles I Feel Fine are total rip-offs of Bobby Parkers’ Watch Your Step, which gets stuck in my head. That riff is amazing.

When my friend lived in Corpus Christi I made them take me by Selena’s house and so I could get my picture with her statue - it was the highlight of my trip!

Same here. This behavior is totally unacceptable.

Damn it, now my cat is going to have to re-evaluate. She was just a fan of dreamy bad boys who dance.

So, is my calico multi-racial? She is very concerned about Russia because she is too damn old to be worrying that Red Dawn is actually happening (the original, not that horrendous remake). If real life is going to be like an 80s movie, she would prefer it be like Dirty Dancing or Breakfast Club.

But the media DID lend credence to anti-vaxxers by giving plenty of screen time to people like Jenny McCarthy. They stopped because those people were discredited. So the Russia issue/national security is exactly the same, because at some point these morons will be discredited, too. But in the meantime, their…

I had no idea! It’s pretty much my dream.

You know what I would love? A “store” where you can try on clothing from online stores. You can make an appointment (online) to go in and try the stuff you want to buy on, then order. They can also tell you what other items they sell fit the same as what you bought so you don’t have to go back. It would go along…

There isn’t any ambiguity - the addition of the Oxford comma makes it clear the at there are 3 distinct people in the list - (1) your mother, (2) Ayn Rand, and (3) God. Leaving out the Oxford comma makes it ambiguous - “to my mother, Ayn Rand and God” implies that your mother is not only Ayn Rand, but also God.

It looks like a Chicken and artichokes with white wine dish I tried to make once. So, there are artichokes in there.

I love the Michicrate!

The Mystery Spot! Yes!

I LOVE bar cheese and jello salad! Yum! And coneys - I miss coneys so much.

Fucking Snyder and DeVos. I live in the shithole that is Illinois now, but almost all of my family is still in Michigan. We are so Americanized - we willingly changed the spelling of our last name eons ago. We have no cultural traditions and ketchup is our favorite “spice.”

Not all of them came over in boats, got processed, and documented. My ancestors went back and forth between Canada and the Northwest Territories/Michigan for years until they settled in Michigan. We don’t have any “citizenship” papers for them.

I think I have some ancestors who were illegal immigrants from Quebec back in the late 1600-1700s. Probably some in the 1800s, too. They came and went where ever the work was and eventually stayed in Michigan. Me and the rest of the BoozyFloozy family should be deported tout suite. Now Canada must take me!

I think I need to smoke some before I read this dreck.*

I just wore a dress from eShakti last weekend - the fit was good, although the skirt was WAAAAY more voluminous than the dress in the picture. But the fabric wasn’t the best. I thought I was getting a nice jersey, but it was a heavy cotton, almost t-shirt-like. And it attracted lint like you wouldn’t believe.

Yes, that is polterwang. It is a problem for me with mom-jeans.

He also stopped drinking, I believe.