I thank Obama for my daily bread...
I thank Obama for my daily bread...
Sometimes Gawker comments are fucking twisted. Stop defending the murderers with "We weren't there, we can't know what really happened, what if the evidence was planted, what if what if what if..." FUCK OFF AND DIE IN A HOVEL.
Doesn't Florida have those giant snakes? Can't the snakes eat the monkeys?
OMG. I'm doing it all wrong! Screw you, respectable job.
I really wish I'd called her out for it. Instead, I smiled weakly and wished her a happy birthday.
Now I'm really wondering about those two. She did actually say straight to my face that "they sound like peasants" and "it was very dirty". Totally her words. There was a nasty little laugh to go with it. She went to Montreal for some festival, so it wasn't like she was camping out in the wilderness with lumberjacks.
I decided to buy organic grapes once. Big mistake. When I started to wash it, a giant ass spider jumped out onto my hand.
Hah, then maybe they secretly hate each other! But yeah, one of the women is very, very condescending about this country, and after she went to Quebec, she talked for an entire week about how dirty it was, how they all sounded like peasants. She works at the company with the other woman, who's much nicer about Canada.…
It's all very strange. My mother's mixed and has wavy (not out and out curly) brown hair, and she gets it straightened and dyed black before she visits relatives in Asia. They make fun of her not-straight/brown hair. She's also apparently too tall, which isn't considered feminine. It's like women can't be considered…
My four French friends never tried to do that air-kiss thing to me because 1) I don't really hang out with them so much outside of parties, and 2) they know I won't feel comfortable with it because they aren't idiots and can read cues. A quick hug after weeks of not seeing each other is normal. They know there are…
I never pretended to be the Little Mermaid. My grandparents read the 'original' fairy tales to me at bedtime, because those were the stories they were told when they were little. The books were very old. I was about five when they decided to traumatize me for life with the Little Mermaid, which was probably the least…
Haha, I wrote the same thing after you, but shorter. We are both totally right.
Very few men can restrain themselves and control themselves with a woman,
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It is so much worse than Twilight. I skimmed the first few pages and couldn't even laugh at how bad it was.
I'd watch it if George Takei plays the inner goddess. He can be a little figure on her shoulder narrating her every inane thought.
If I had a daughter whose bodily integrity I did not respect, and I wanted to prevent her from having pubic sexual relations (oral's ok because it doesn't really count because... somehow), I would make her wear the tightest pair of leather pants, 2 sizes too small.
I love them too! A few years ago, while I went to school in a city (there were pigeons!) I saw an entire family of raccoons walk single-file across a street. Big raccoon, followed closely by slightly smaller raccoon, and then, like ducklings, three tiny raccoon babies. It was the most precious thing.
I think most of the behavioural/cognitive problems can be attributed to long-term daytime fasting's effect on cortisol's diurnal rhythm. In non-fasting people, cortisol peaks in the morning. The mean cortisol level is the same for Ramadan-fasters, but the morning peak is lower while the evening level is higher. This…
I agree. It's frightening that so many people follow dietary trends without actually looking into the studies they're based on. How do they accept these things at face value?