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I was a home health care worker for about a year, and MANY of the elderly disabled people I worked for had pets. All of those people were living on extremely small fixed incomes, and there were a few who had a hard time coming up with the money to buy dog food. One lady received the meals on wheels program and fed

The correct names for our body parts are NOT "bad words", and are certainly NOT "pornographic". If you make body parts and names for body parts taboo, you're doing your children a great injustice. Kids who don't know about how their bodies work are more likely to end up pregnant or with an STD because they had no idea

Because of this post and the ensuing comments, I researched weighted hoops and purchased one. However, the hoop I settled on, a 3lb weighted hoop that breaks down, cost $20 + shipping. I could have purchased a hand-made weighted hoop for about $30-$50, though. The Free People hoop is just ridiculous lameness. Go buy

I used to submit quite a few trip reports to Erowid back in the day. ;) I haven't in quite some time (more important things to do than drugs as of late - kids, career, etc.) but I do still donate to their foundation to keep the website alive. When I was in college it was an amazingly useful resource that I believe

People say that a lot - that it's just a saying they've always said. That's what my grandmother says about the N-word. "Sorry, in my day nobody had a problem with it." Yeeeahh... sure they didn't.

I will cross my fingers anyway, but don't hold out too much hope. :/

For people who bitch about entitlements, the rich white dudes who make up the bulk of the republican party sure have a great stock in them - namely in them being entitled to say whatever the fuck they want without much retribution.

welcome to oz is awesome site. my mom's a borderline and i've gotten lots of support and info from sites like oz. totally recommend.

thankfully my mom has been getting help for the past 10 years, but my grandmother, brother, and uncles all refuse to step foot near a therapist, and they're all incredibly fucked up

Sounds like it would work, actually. I'm sure the condom companies make a killing. I buy both condoms and latex exam gloves (for different reasons... heh.) and while you get 12 condoms in a box, the box of gloves contains 100 gloves - for around the same price. ($6 - $8) I know it's not the lubricant jacking that

Nobody gives a fuck. Quit being such a douche nozzle.

My grandmother and I have VERY different ideas about just about everything, which made growing up in her house pretty interesting. My mother would come to visit us and get ticked off that my grandma would let me dress the way I did or play loud music or stay out with my friends after work on Friday night - when her

I like to imagine Rihanna has her own personal herd of hair-growers to keep her in wigs and extensions. However, if she doesn't, maybe she should hook up with some pregnant Armenian chicks. It's a win-win.

Lolz —- me neither. I'm going to need two brand new razor blades when I finally shave. (Spring hits late in the great lakes)

Too fat for your friend's wedding? Fuuuuuck that noise. Drop that dirty cunt rag in the appropriate receptacle. (or go ahead and flush... fuck it.)

These are all really lame things to snitch about. Who is posting this BS? Other parents? Other nannies? Childless nanny-stalkers? It's fucking WEIRD.

Yeah, but only once at a crazy pub crawl thing. My mild-mannered husband turned angry purple, clenched his everything, and shot crazy death-ray eye lasers at the guy until he figured my husband was either ready to kick his ass or have a seizure, and thus smartly backed off. I usually only get hit on when I'm flying

I have a brother who recently stabbed a guy in the arm and ran out of state, and another brother who is getting released from prison this summer. I'm from Michigan too, Madge. ;)

this is what i'm sure people who read letters from my 6-year-old wonder. lol. if it were homework or a punishment i'd make him write it all, but sometimes you just gotta help a kid out - especially if they're, like, bawling at the kitchen table because they can't figure out how to spell something in a letter to their

Fuck Spice Girls. Seriously. What. The. Hell.

$1500 + $300 alterations.

My grandmother has always had a thing for mail-order plus size catalogs, and would often buy me "presents" from them when I was a teenager. (a teenager who enjoyed salvaging torn shirts from the "free" pile at the thrift store and such...) Some of my friends hailed me as a genius for wearing "ironic" shirts and such