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I had a pink elephant that I routinely called “Huggles”, though his name was Sir Huggington (he was cool with me being all casual). He wasn’t particularly soft or wonderful; just a fuzzy pink elephant, likely something my dad won at a carnival and gave to me. But Huggles lasted up until I was 15, and my mum and I

Short reply: No, flying out of Canada isn’t necessarily better. Things don’t just get magically nice and friendly when you go north, unfortunately.

It’s people like her that make me anxious about going to the gym. I’ve struggled with body image issues since I was a kid, and it continued into my 20s and 30s. I still look at myself in the mirror and my first thought is usually, “Ugh.”

Grizzly-looking Luke Perry, anyone?

Such a cute kid! I’m currently re-watching all of Friends with the hubs, and the first time this kid showed up as Ben, he pointed at the TV and went, “THAT’S JUGHEAD.”

I thought his first role was as Ross’ kid on Friends?

I did the treat test on my old shih-tzu. You’d show them the treat, then place it on the ground behind a barrier of some kind with a small hole in the middle of it. If the dog simply walked around the barrier, that was the result you wanted.

I once had a shih-tzu who made it his job to bring everyone who came to the house a present. Usually it was shoes from other rooms, though a few times it was pillows and—once, to my chagrin and my mother’s embarrassment—my dildo.

I was once taken off a plane at YYZ because my panic attack was “disturbing” the other passengers. Fuck you, Air Canada Jazz.

I smoke, but I would never smoke indoors, near priceless couture, or around anyone else. I’m a behind-the-garage shame smoker. When I get back in I vigorously wash my hands, brush my teeth, and use mouthwash and even a bit of body spray if it’s around. I hate smelling like a smoker.

My mum and stepdad met in 2003 and got married on the day of their first date, ten years later. She’s now 64 and he’s 62. They’re super adorable. I hated him when I first met him, but he let me drive the Crossfire they let him take home from work (an arguably shitty ‘supercar’, but to a teenager with a fairly fresh

Reading ‘unionized’ is a lot different with a background in chemistry.

I’ve never actually watched this show, but now I kind of want to! I liked him a lot in Parks & Rec.

Her right to free speech guarantees that she can’t get arrested for what she says. It doesn’t guarantee that people are going to want to listen to her bullshit, or host it on their site. Taking down her awful letter and even reprimanding her verbally or via letter doesn’t infringe upon her free speech rights; it just

I don’t know if a penis can be described as inherently ‘beautiful’, but I like the look of certain ones; namely, my husband’s. It’s appealing, in a vulgar sort of way.

The best part of the rabbit’s Instagram account.

I almost forgot about her and crazy, pint-sized Tom!

Or after going to a show at the Fisher, or after a night of drinking downtown, or at 11pm on a Wednesday when you’ve got a craving for that crack-like coney sauce, or right now as I’m typing this.

She towers! Man. I can’t even get that kind of lift with 6" heels.