Gosh, thanks! Hearted right back. In these tough Gawker Media times, with all the changes about to unfold, I'm hearting everyone with an end-of-times devil-may-care attitude. But its especially nice to be your crush.

Thanks for your lovely, reasoned response. I was prepared for a bit of flaming, and I've been happy to see that both early replies have so far be the opposite.

I don't know much about nuns, but I've always pitied them even more than I pity priests. It doesn't help that I'm not theistic and abhor religion. But while I can at least respect the people of various cloths who are, essentially, religious social workers, a priest and or a nun strikes me as only slightly more…

Both versions are considered acceptable, but buses and busing are much more common, and the two-S version does look strange.

She should at least know better than to follow a unicorn.

Why is it that people always focus on the onus?

She appears to have violated the first rule of Poker Club. There ARE consequences.

That's what I heard, but I like this story better.

Why did the hopelessly stupid pineapple challenge a hare to a race in the first place?

I love that you've given this so much careful thought.

We have a few in my house. The only thing they seem capable is occasionally annoying a parent, followed by the words, "Honey, you left your Sonic Screwdriver on the couch again."

Rice really IS scary, because she knows of what she speaks. She's terribly underhanded, a wolf in sheep's clothing if ever there was one.

Yes, that was exactly how I felt. I was all excited to tell my UB 'friends' about this exciting development. I was like 'Hey, gals. Here's something your DHs and boyfriends will like."

The second bonus to sexbots is that you can supposedly bang them without feeling guilty for cheating on your significant other. Hmm, that is a dubious claim. Sure, it may not be human, but you're definitely seeking satisfaction from a human-like entity, which is just a hair away from the real deal.

Not so fast there, friends. Let's not breed out dickishness just yet.

Of course he's on a no-fly list. He didn't even have pants on, let alone a zipper. Sheesh.

Isn't he? I love his stuff. He's so cute and non-threatening... until you listen to his stuff. Then — watch out!

Can we at least judge how other people raise their kids?

Good thing Einstein didn't also discover the Internet or else this letter could have ruined his career.

These terrible stories always remind me of the Louis Katz D.A.R.E. routine.