Servalan. Delish.

It IS a thing. A lot of my gay friends back in Australia would periodically get their bits 'seen to', particularly with an eye to being gawwwwgeous for the Mardi Gras season, for example.

Heh. I'd like to stand outside the cubicle and listen to the screams while Bernie's getting his first back, sack'n'crack. Comedy gold.

*Blows extended raspberry* Why do we have to read about these idiots? And their idiot ideas? You want 'mad'? I'm madder we're feeding this troll than about the guff he's spewing because yawn.

I think he's from the UK. Qualifying isn't a thing there; healthcare is free.

I strongly suspect he's from the UK [or Europe at least] so 'qualifying for medicare' isn't even a thing. His treatment is free.

Noooo. It's that toddlers can't be trusted. Ever.

Most people I know who've had their babies 'done' have had it done by a paediatrician. I'm not crazy about the look of earrings on littlies, but hey ho; I get the cultural thing about it.

So let me get this straight: toddlers can't remember anything before they're about three or so ... and it's about this age that they work out how to purposely tell lies.

*Rubs hands with glee* I know. I can't wait.

Oh, I'm rationing. Four a day still seems ... excessive. I'm no longer a student with hours and hours to fill.

Doesn't it? More glad than ever that I didn't pursue a career in pointy-toed shoes. Shudder.

SO not worth it. Makes my feet smart just to look at this pic. Yikes.

Scary stuff, eh? I reckon she has her shoes custom-altered/designed. Or something. At any rate, these have GOT to hurt. Yowch.

Straw poll! Which wins? Jules' pinky toe or Posh Beckham's bunion? You decide!

*Gnashes teeth* Doesn't say anything about having whole rooms which are designated as 'black holes' because you're too lazy to do the do and clean stuff out so instead you just close the door and figure you'll deal with it when you move while all the time you maintain a perfect shop front in the rest of the house…

I bloody adore that gif. Cheers.

Oh god. Should a ceiling ever be painted peach?! You must have been desperate. Laughing my head off here [with apologies for your experience, natch!]. :-)

Me too! Well, I did when still sewed, but yes. Unfortunately when I reached my 20s, I was saddled with an extremely top-heavy figure while my waist/hips just kept their teenage proportions. Literally impossible to buy dresses because my top was size 14 and my waist size 8. Heinous. Another big reason I thank my mother…

Indeed. One would think — given the plethora of women who fall outside catwalk credentials — that this would be a money mine of huge [no pun intended] proportions. Seriously. When is the fashion industry as a whole going to get off its collective arse and figure out there's money in dem dere fuller-figured types?