*takes arm* LET'S! I've got the flashlight so we can use the disco ball!

Because if there's one thing we women love, it's being smacked on the ass and licked by strangers.

Yeah, and I'd still rather hang out with you any day of the week and twice on Sunday.

We pretty much forgive any grammar error when wine is involved.

This comment seems to imply that you're something other than human, which, given your past responses, seems to bear out its truth.

Well, considering that Pinkham also makes his living solely through writing and unless you know him personally, I highly doubt you know his income level. Since I do happen to know him personally, I can assure you that he also works every day and on weekends because he'll ALSO be without income if he doesn't. Oh, and…

Shitty AND narcissistic. The world's most awesome source of power and energy.

BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH MAYO. I DEMAND YOU RELEASE MY LONG, RAMBLING, UNFUNNY STATEMENT ABOUT SAID EVENT FOR ALL TO SEE.

YES! YES YES YES! <insert Meg Ryan appropriate gif>

Deal. Just give me a few months to learn how to knit.

Sorry Trouty, but you just got replaced by Shane as my personal hero.

Water displacement and caliper measurements are much more accurate, but yeah, using BMI, while completely problematic, still works as a guideline for population as a whole, with one's general physician being able to make the personal determination of whether a patient is obese using the more accurate tests for…

Here's where I'm having issues, though: 5-4 with the no's edging out whether it's at all effective. Lord knows I wouldn't want to go through surgery on something that has a 50/50 shot of working, and that's the big difference between this and traditional WLS. I mean, surgery is still surgery, so who wants to be the…

Hmm, my tongue does the same thing when I yawn. DOES THIS MEAN I'M AN ADORABLE YELLOW LAB PUPPY IN DISGUISE?

Correction: A mostly raw vegan pacifist martial artist who swears at dogs.

Seriously, that's the best you can come up with? If you're going to insult me for no reason at all, at least make it topical and interesting.

No, I actually do know. Before losing half of my intestine to a horrible freak medical problem, I was a meat eater.

PREACH. I am horrified by how my husband murders steak (and I don't even eat meat). Ordered a filet medium well. A FUCKING FILET MIGNON. The server and I could only look at each other in mute horror.

Big thing in beach towns (at least in LA). I didn't know it was a regional thing until I lived in Boston.

Well, you ARE a lesbian shitass... ;)