secondbassoon
SecondBassoon
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“For now he knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.”

Right? Also waiting for her to deny marriage licenses to adulterers and sabbath ignorers. Obvs even the bible thumpers don’t take Leviticus too seriously anymore (except for the cherry-picked anti gay part, of course!) but that adultery and sabbath stuff, those are mothertrucking COMMANDMENTS!

I love birdsrightsactivist so much

The therapy dogs at the hospital I work at also wear ID badges, which I find unspeakably charming. This fellow’s job title is “Canine Companion.”

When a man does it, I believe it’s also known as “shirtcocking.”

Made me snort!

Sensible gal, that Jennifer Aniston. I mean, what’s the point of being rich if you can’t take your ladies with you to a fancy resort where you all frolic in the waves and get hammered on foo-foo drinks?

Only for the ... only for the ... only for hardcore UK ravers!

Wait, I’m confused! Why did you not?

Excellent advice. I suspect that most of the people who complain that dry shampoo leaves a white cast in their hair are doing it wrong. I have dark brown hair and white bits are only a problem when I forget what I’m doing and spray the stuff like it’s hairspray. It’s not hairspray! Spray at the roots, let it sit, and

Excellent advice. I suspect that most of the people who complain that dry shampoo leaves a white cast in their hair

Sometimes I think, “SecondBassoon, you are reasonably knowledgeable about the world in which you live, nice work,” but this escort card thing is making me think “SweetBassoon, you know nothing.”

Totally with you. They used to have a nice variety of styles and some fun prints, but now it’s pretty much all bodycon and black, grey, black, grey. Boring! Plus I used to be able to find at least a few items of clothing in there that weren’t made of synthetic fibers, but that’s no longer the case.

Pah, litter. I figured there had to be a better way. Was so tired of hauling litter up two flights of stairs, constantly scooping clumps of pee that fell apart as soon as the scooper touched them, filling up bag after bag with used litter and then hauling it down the stairs ... so I switched to clay pellets and cat

True that! Newspaper publisher = wealthy old white dude.

I’m a communications specialist who shares an office with two men and another woman. I do very different work than the other three; I’m in the office because this is where there was space available. I sit in an open area with one of the dudes (an administrative assistant), and the other two have private offices.

I too am experiencing the joys of being newly single! Junk food + bad TV (that no one judges you for watching) + cozy pajamas = a damn fine evening. Just stay away from the liquid cheese dip that's sold next to the tortilla chips because that shit is like crack and shouldn't be legal.

One afternoon in Galway I spotted a handsome fellow on the other side of the wall that separated the street from the river. While I was giving him an appreciative once-over, I realized that dude was using the lovely 19th-century stone wall as a urinal. In broad daylight. A few feet away from a busy thoroughfare. He

Where is ThinkGeek?

Flattering to all skin tones!

Check out Quiet Dell by Jayne Anne Phillips. It's a fictionalized account of a real 1931 crime and it's amazing: the period detail, the characters ... even the weather was engrossing. I read it a year ago and still think about it frequently.