She likes being pregnant because when you're pregnant, you're the center of attention. Once the baby shows up, the baby is the center of attention.

Sure, he's a feeling guy. Who's very concerned with his own feelings — as are you.

And 3...2...1...Here's the troll

I watched that incomprehensible mess twice just to see if I'd been unknowingly doing vast amounts of drugs that somehow altered my ability to judge the shittyness of a movie, but I can attest that my powers of bad movie detection are still intact.

This. So much this. Who would have known that Gary Cole in a vest could be so scary. And it really embraced the voice of the southern gothic tradition.

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I hate that the already shitty threading has gotten worse.

Much to my embarrassment, Kay Hanley was the singer for the movie. Damn you shitty memory!

The APD has had a really bad track record for the thirty years I've been here. I'm not at all surprised this happened. It seemed somewhat better when I moved here, but I grew up in Houston.

Jesus, it's a fucking historical reference:

I hate how many drivers like to fuck with cyclists in Austin, but the utter indifference a lot of cyclists to following rules of the road — which they are in fact supposed to do — doesn't help anything.

I posted a correction and I see it didn't show up. Dammit!

Oops, Kay Hanley. Damn you memory.

The soundtrack from "Josie and the Pussycats" was terrific. Kim Deal who did the lead vocals is a goddess. The songs are really well constructed with very good lyrics — and the two spoof boy band songs are hilarious.

I agree with you. Compulsory figures are about edge work. Sure, they were boring as shit, but it forced all the skaters to learn at least something about what decent edge work and precision should be.

Oh noes! New delicious fat to try!

Oh, you with your logic and facts. That's going to get you nowhere in this debate. (pounds head on desk)

I knew you were going to say that....

Jesus fucking Christ in a handbasket. I'm so fucking tired of this ant-vaxx bullshit.

I've been known to refuse to give my husband any of the duck fat roasted potatoes. Usually, he finishes my food because he refers to my leaving food as an offering for the Food Gods. Just for that, no duck fat potatoes.