You only get that 30 year mortgage after making a rather substantial down payment, of course.

And how much of your belongings do you have to purchase all over again out of what they're paying you? Perspective, indeed.

Just as well. Turkey jokes never fly.

What....no Audrey II? *yawwnnnnnnn*

Or perhaps the relationship is the other way around: if you're the kind of person who's generally more depressed, you eat more fast food.

I don't think I'm in any mood to give anybody else my cc number at this particular moment...except for vendors I....(huh)...trust.

"If anyone thinks I'm less of a guy for that, fuck 'em!"

The Music Department, as well.

Everybody's different, of course, but I just can't relate to your uncertainty. I'm 47...I have two wonderful kids...and my wife and I are done. I love them to death (kids AND wife) but I don't need another. Not feeling any sort of evolutionary imperative to sow any more seeds. Done.

I just spit coffee all over my keyboard. You owe me one laptop. My lawyer will be in touch.

I don't know...why?

But only for a second, right?

Sounds very sweet. I'd probably love it :)

A colorful treatise on the effects of rampant over-fishing. Beyond that......I got nuthin'.

I'll just leave this here for your consideration....

That weak-ass story's the best you could come up with?

In reality, I'm about a 29 x 31. A reasonably priced jean in 29 waist is hard enough to find....I don't think I've EVER seen a 31 inseam. I made my peace long ago with the fact of being small but clothes shopping still sucks.

Why, that's.......sheer brilliance!

That's been a favorite of mine for long f**king time. But the ending poster frame just put it over the top. (poster? I hardly know her!)

What....no bluetooth? Psshhhhh.