I still have doubts. I have such doubts!

I love the shout out to sleeves. I'm so tired of ordering a shirt online for it to show up at my door with those tiny little hints of what could have been sleeves had a monster not created the capped sleeve. And of course on the smaller models the tiny sleeves look normal but not on me!

Guaranteed income. We have the resources for everyone to have money without working, but we would rather let a handful become even more meaninglessly rich than provide a chance for all to live a decent life.

"Back Home Baller" is totally what visiting my parents' house is like. Good job, ladies.

"Draw me like one of your Orlesian Qunari."

I'd be with you if the Templars just wanted to imprison them all, or kill them as soon as they start stepping out of line. I could get it. Mages are really, really dangerous in the Dragon Age setting.

But then you get to the bits about the Templars practicing forced labotomies on people. And that's so horrifying and…

That's such a nice compliment! Pigs have lovely eyes, don't they?

It is crustless white bread, sliced horizontally, filled with assorted mayo-based horrible things - her version has a layer that is tuna salad and a layer that is PRUNE JAM, you guys! Cause those things totally go together! - and then iced in MORE MAYO.

Besides, the alternative doesn't allow for self care. Sometimes when my mood drops to a certain point I give myself a break on chores and watch something funny on Netflix instead. Better than being totally productive but feeling constantly despondent.

They're only never full if you never need them. If you need them, especially if you're with someone who can't exit the vehicle without them (wheelchair lift+crowded parking lot), they're full quite often.

It's like hate-magic or something.

I mean, yeah, absolutely. But can you imagine how grim the alternative would be? "Well, I finished my taxes, time to reward myself by snaking all my drains and mowing all my neighbors' lawns. If I get done in time I can go out for raw celery with my friends and say only positive things about people we know. If they…

i definitely judge dates by how well they tip and how they treat the server.

I once went on a date with a guy who stiffed a waitress on her tip and I never spoke to him again. Please explain to me how someone marries and has children with someone willing to throw a chicken at another human being who is waiting on them? Also, the manager from that story was a huge asshat.

A couple years ago, or maybe last year, someone in the comments wrote about how her house has two benevolent ghosts, a Victorian lady and a drag queen. I thought that would make a fantastic sitcom! I love the idea of friendly ghosts. I wish my home had a friendly ghost, or a ghost cat or something.

They're nice boobs.

I always pee in the shower. I just hate when my husband comes to peek at me to be sexy and I happen to be peeing right then, but he has never noticed, that I am aware of.

People who think the cat talks back to them? You mean Siamese owners?

That's the only plausible explanation for the inclusion. I talk to cats, plants, dogs, and the stuffed animal I've had since I was in the 3rd grade. (not crazy) And I will admit I tend to believe they can understand me on some level. (a little crazy, but harmless) But I would shit my pants if I heard a reply.