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Point taken. But what if they were selling off the meat as well?

When I was in school, I had to take a textiles class and we covered a little bit of fur and leather in the class. I asked the teacher about angora because I knew there were angora rabbits, but I didn't know that there were angora goats as well. So I asked her if they shaved the rabbits and she literally laughed at me.

Ooohh...There is so much truth here. *grabs the popcorn and waits for the usual suspects*

This is the best thing I've seen on the interwebz today. And I've seen a lot of good shit on the interwebz today. You win. Take your trophy and go.

Aw, little sad face. Take it up with Matt Stone & Trey Parker. They are the originators of this vicious and pernicious meme.

Camelot is one of the greatest, underrated musicals of all time. It inspired a Presidency!

Well. I'm sure that all dogs have souls. Even ginges. That's why they go to heaven. ;)

Uh-oh. Serious conversation approaching. My gut says yes: sex is determined by genetics (excusing intersexed individuals), but gender (if we consider it a performance) is definitely based on what a person feels. Soulless creatures do not perform gender the way creatures with advanced emotional states do.

It's also "brunet" for a male and "brunette" for a female. Funnily enough, there is no gendering of gingers. Because they have no souls.

I thought about whether or not to respond to you...but here goes.

Not true. A friend and I went shoe shopping and we bought the exact pair of boots. She (white) was rung up first and the woman didn't ask her for ID. I fork over my card to pay for mine and she asks me for ID. The truly bizarre thing is that I have my PHOTO on my credit card to avoid such things happening. She

The killer on this whole thing is that the super and his wife are brown, themselves.Had I not known she was the super's wife, I would have thought she was just another resident.

This happened to me, in an odd way. The super's wife (we live in a co-op building with live in service) ran into me about two months after I moved in. My husband's family owns the co-op. As I petted her dog, she says to me, "I haven't seen you around, do you work in the building?"

Word up to that. My husband is Nigerian & Scottish. I wish someone would tell him he couldn't rock a kilt if he damn well pleases.

FLEETWITCH MAC!!!!! I DIE!!!

The Lols. I have them.

That's the trouble with you New Yorkers - you think just because you have to stand in a line for something that it's good. Most NY "pizza" resembles no more than cheese encrusted hockey puck.

Yes, You are absolutely correct.