Oh, I have a little story to share. My high school years were passed in a French-speaking part of the world, and the schoolbus was shared with both French- and English-speaking kids. One time the bus was stopped at a traffic light, and a couple of the middle-school boys leaned out the window and waved to attract the…

And sharks.

You are not going to get any love for this comment, even from people who secretly agree with you.

I like the way you think and I REALLY want to read that story. Please to write it!

On your second point: so true. My ex was an IT guy, and he often had the unpleasant duty of removing user access from the network on the day they were unknowingly being fired. Which would lead to very awkward internal phone calls:

I’ve seen it called Eggs Benjamin, Eggs Natasha, and Eggs Blackstone, but it’s definitely a thing in Toronto. A damn delicious thing.

Sometimes a marriage can open up in a way that both partners are comfortable with, everything has been negotiated and agreed upon, and then gradually- like a slow, insidious creep (heh)- one partner starts violating the agreements. “I am not comfortable with this,” says the other partner.

Past sexual history is relevant because she said she was a virgin at the time of the assault. Please know I am NOT condoning any of these outrageous demands on the victim- just speaking to why the defendants claim to need her private information.

So not happy that I’m old and newly single.

Yeah, what’s with paying somebody good money to have them shape and paint your fingernails into Chiclets? I don’t get it.

34????? And he thinks (I am *totally* reading your MD as a man) that somehow it’s normal not to be cravin’?? Girl! Get another doctor! You’re in your sexytimes prime right now! (*is all aggrieved on your behalf*)

They do not give a fuck that you’re not having any fucks. Typical.

I claim to prefer a natural and un-perfumed male, but the truth is I have literally stopped in my tracks to go back and sniff men wearing really great scents. The three top offenders: Fahrenheit, Pi, and Gaultier for Men Classic. Yep, also pretty 90s in my taste, it seems.

Honestly, his brother is probably worse, and came second in the mayoralty race last year. That makes me want to punch each and every idiot who voted for him...

Not really, but by sheer coincidence I do know which ritzy hotel he stays in when he’s in town. If I can ninja my way past his many beefy bodyguard, I’ll let you know.

I’m in. Anybody in Toronto y’alls hate?

I’m honestly torn between agreeing with you, and saying “well, bless your heart.”

I wish I could give you an extra star just for the last sentance you wrote, there. *smize*

You’re mean and I like you.

Haha, I’ve gone through periods of the exact opposite- eating poultry and fish, but not cows or pigs. “Two legs or no legs, no four legs!” A friend from a Maritime province will eat shellfish, molluscs, crustaceans, bivalves... but not FISH fish. Something about fins and scales grosses him out.