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"Why the fuck is Charlie Sheen bro hugging me?"

Yes, they were. I remember that.

Excuse me while I go check out the Miley Cyrus article in order to restore me to my previous level of cynicism.

Never ending pasta = never ending diabetes.

Agree with you 100%. Age can make you a better parent because of simple life experience. I knew nothing in my 20's. Of course I thought I did, but looking back I really didn't.

We all came into this world skinny-dipping.

My ex-roommate's dog used to eat socks all the time. We'd find poop-crusted socks in the yard all the time.

At least he didn't leave "U DIE" or something.

Mine too, I literally had to wrap them up in a bag immediately and put them in the outside can. Otherwise, it would look like a post-surgical operating room floor for a week every month.

Yeah, I think the same thing. Personally I like watching the other person while I'm not "involved" in my own thing so separate is my preferable experience. And kudos to you for getting two in for his one. That is impressive.

Bull. On the way out, after picking up their diabetes and high blood pressure meds, does it make sense that people are faced with aisles and aisles of food that is essentially killing them? Would this ever happen in a doctor's office? Diabetes is so widespread that insurance companies aren't even charging co-pays for

"...Tobacco products have no place in a setting where health care is delivered."

My best story - I was working at a rural restaurant and saw a red squirrel sneak in through a large crack under a screen door, run through main kitchen during dinner service - no one noticed him, then he jumped up on a counter in the pastry area in the back, take a whole muffin (this wasn't his first time apparently),

Also, its to the server's benefit to steer you away from anything that's crappy. Better experience for you = better tip hopefully.

Nah, they don't mind giving their opinions, they just don't want to make the choice.

Re: the hot coffee. I worked at a B&B and had a woman who stayed a week who wanted her coffee, and the cup it was in, scorching hot. We literally had to nuke the thing for several minutes and bring it out with oven mitts on. Then she would let it sit and cool down for several minutes. We just didn't get it. In

Agree, but and considering that one journalist was already beheaded two weeks ago and ISIS was threatening to do another, you would think they would have pulled the campaign entirely way before the release date.

"He was woken up suddenly by his cat, Sally, who was standing on his head and meowing loudly."

Take the damn guess work out of it. Make a list of specific things you want, rank them in order of importance, and negotiate these things with the other. If one person wants a weekly foot rub, say you'll trade that for coffee in bed on the weekends. If one person wants to have sex five nights a week, exchange that for

There are other choices for you. Don't engage in such dangerous behavior. The streets are such a lonely place.