Gordough’s donuts are huge and overloaded. I ordered one once and couldn’t eat anything for the rest of the day. I spent 15 years in Austin and never did figure out why one of the hottest parts of the country loves its barbecue, queso, and donuts.

And a fun new (to us) tickborne infection called Babesiosis can kill people like me who have had their spleen removed, so yay and happy summer!

AwwhellNO. When else are you supposed to run errands? And don’t say after work ‘cause it’s either dark or you’re sitting in traffic.

To all these replies I must cry uncle! I stand corrected... ain’t the first time.
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It kills me to think of how much railway was ripped out of our country because of the oil & gas lobby. I imagine Amtrak makes a lot of its money off people who don’t do airplanes. It’s certainly not competitive.

The look on the Queen’s face in that last photo is the same look I got from my grandmother when I told her the combat boots I was wearing were the only shoes I’d packed for my visit.

Is this where I admit my mother used to serve these to us for lunch? Or should I pay a therapist?

Toast a thin slice of wholegrain bread. Smear with Teddy’s smooth salted or unsalted PB. Top with bread & butter pickle chips / sliced cucumber & hot sauce / sliced banana (not all three, you maniacs). Nothing revolutionary, but perfect post-run eating.

Knee-highs. Be aware they will be hard to get on the first several times you wear them but should eventually get easier due to your technique (rolling) and the fact that the fibers will relax a little. I would not put them in the dryer though.

After flying to Australia for the first time this year, I am 100% in the compression-socks camp. I bought them for running, but they saved my legs and quite possibly my life during that 4+16-hour flight. I buy them as gifts for family members now, in a whole range of obnoxious colors.

I cheat: I use a Zojirushi bread machine to make my dough. Then I do hand-stretch it. No tossing, just patiently stretching it into a circular-ish shape with both hands, trying not to make holes, though those are easy enough to patch... because rolling it out makes it much tougher, in my experience. Then onto the…

Right. I have had sex with porn playing exactly once, but it’s so long ago now that I can’t remember whether it was the porn that was hot or it was just because we had reliably hot sex.

“Poop” is the thing with feathers -
That perch is empty now -
It sang all day, but now it’s turds -
The cat knows why - and how

Also, nice conjugations!

That makes sense. Actually I find that plain old talking - like, just about what’s going on - is plenty hot in its own way, because (paradoxically) if I’m feeling like I’m not quite as far along as my partner, just telling him so will slow his roll (because he knows where I’m at, and also because I’ve turned his focus…

Sounds like you’re not so terrible at it then.

Wait wait wait. I don’t think you can isolate anger as ‘the unhealthy emotion’. We have all these tools for a reason. Misdirected anger is yeah not so great, and bottled-up anger even worse. But I do recommend a good primal scream every once in a while (make sure you’re alone somewhere no one can hear you - the odds…

I wish I could talk dirty in bed without a) cracking up and b) losing my focus and derailing my own enjoyment. I bet it would ultimately be a good thing...?

I’d love to know how this divides along gender lines.