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Thanks for the explanation and your perspective as someone in the personal security business (seriously, that was cool). I was, however, kidding. I just think it is funny (as in amusing) that there are so many stories recently about celebrities doing what "normal" people would do under similar circumstances and the…

OK, what freaks me out is that he is the same age as my *little* brother, and in this video, sort of talks like him too. I has an old.

Plus, his grasp of hierarchical classification of life is pretty poor. If he believes each of these stereotypes to be "species" then he's committing bestiality each time he attempts to mate with one of them.

Love and respect to you sista!

I actually think it is cool that we've figured out a way to bridge at least a small portion of the gap, but to suggest that this is something that Oragutans necessarily crave (implied by the word "trapped") is a little weird. You're right though, we seem to be the idiots in this scenario.

Anybody else starting to get nervous around celebrities? I have a sneaking suspicion that they are starting to cause these events in order to get credit for the rescues, like that nurse who poisoned all of those patients..."No, Mr. Jackman, I do NOT want a cocktail."

Now if they had said "talented" or "ground-breaking"...

Well that's not anthropomorphic at all to say that they are "trapped" in their bodies. I'm sure Orangutans are perfectly capable of communicating with each other with the tools they came into this world with.

haha, came on here to snark on Boehner's crappy cosmetics and spray tan.

Since Schmidt has become the breakout character, Jess has become secondary. The douche-jar episode was epic as the kids say (do they still say epic?)

46, no kids. I have a job, not a career. That last part seems to matter because so much of the narrative is "she gave up having a family so that she could have a high-flying career," but most of the women I know who are in my situation are more or less just getting by at jobs that are OK but it's not like we're…

I've run several marathons and dozens of half marathons and I guarantee that this in no way insults me.

You say "simultaneous aneurisms, heart attacks, strokes, anal leakage, spontaneous combustion, heads exploding, and just plain wetting themselves from most of the right ring populace" like it's a bad thing.

Me too! I've been four times and can't wait to go back. I love the ponies!

Fortunately my grandmother taught me to sew when I was a wee lass. I couldn't even begin to tell you what size I wear in retail clothing outside of S-M-L for t-shirts and such.

So they've acknowledged the fact that there might be a sexual element to the ad by covering her buttcrack, and maybe even further, that tanning isn't such a healthy thing, but now the dog just looks like it's going after a poo snack in her drawers. The whole thing needs to be scrapped.

That's like winning $50,000 on a scratch off ticket.

I hate flying (scaredy cat) so I actually like when a big person sits next to me—it's comforting. I know that's weird, but I'm so not bothered by it. Last year my brother and I were flying and had somehow booked our seats one in front of the other instead of side-by-side. There was a heavier woman sitting next to…

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