Now THAT is a "come hither" smile. At the same time oddly pervy.

Once, as a teen, I spent all day building a big snowman while my beloved St. Bernard sat nearby watching. After I put a hat on it and clapped my hands with glee, he promptly took a practice lap, then - like a freight train - smashed it to smithereens. His joy was beyond cosmic:(

Since they are the only creatures expected to survive a nuclear holocaust, this just might work for me as I have no heirs. I will call her....Betty.

I didn’t care for this movie, and Bowie seemed ridiculous dancing with puppets.

Same here. Now wobbly orange flavored jello infused with mayo (left out overnight), is, imo, fittingly nasty.

Thank you. These constant comparisons to odd foodstuffs are very funny. But I need too know exactly what kind of condiment I'm expected to spread on this thing that Satan served up from his kitchen. I'm afraid that if I can't make him more palatable in my dreams tonight when I when I shoot him on 5th Avenue, my pet…

That fantasy appeals to me in a strange way. But you know he will force them to bid for it. Dude gonna get paid. In this absurd world, that is a "reality" show I would watch.

I'm convinced that he does it on the sly.

Thank You. My feelings to a “T.”
I had simply forgotten so much of why I disliked it because of the aesthetic ennui that set in - after 45 minutes. Yes, rock on Furiosa! Then Hardy had to save her:(

Most certainly. And snores, because happy comfy man be sleepy.

Well now, who’s idea was THAT? When the film first came out, it was slightly mainstream and, maybe owing to that, shocked quite a few people with it's focus on non-secretive voyeurism (for lack of a better phrase) or self-pleasuring as 'performance' (?). Keep in mind that Spader's character always asked for consent…

Whatsa matter? Is it blizzarding where you are? I hope you aren't being literal - we needs you here:)

Sounds like a perfect night altogether. A cartoonist: now that would HAVE to be interesting (and right up your alley - those sly comedians). Sounds like you're a Night Owl too. And if you're a New Yorker, best just to sleep in tomorrow and maybe get ready for the blizzard with something warm and soothing. Night night:)

Glad to be of service. Your comment was the inspiration.

Not bad at all, M'dear. But Jez content hit the brakes at 8pm, so most of us just wandered around trying to squeeze out fun where we could find it. Hope your evening was lovely too:)

Pretty much damned if they do, damned if they don't. Either risk your unborn child's health or try saying "no" to a partner (or rapist) who cares more about his boner than his wife (or victim's) needs.

You re being generous. He's "ugly as a mud fence," as we say in these here parts. If Camilla had been these boy's mother? Can't (don't want to) even picture it.

You’re from Philly? Good on you.

This lady owns every skit.

Mansplanespreading.