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It made me so happy to see the Damar books listed here.

Many times the wife knows. Look up Marion Zimmer Bradley, the SF and Fantasy novelist. She was married to a molester and she knew.

I use that at random times in the bedroom.

Thank you so much for providing a list of films to inflict, I mean, SHARE with my child.

The things that vanish out of the exam rooms the most are the rubber knee mallets, the tape measures and the huge tubes of personal lubricant. I have no idea why people think these are great to swipe, maybe they want a keepsake of the exam?

Just crank up your suspension of disbelief, possibly with the help of boozy chocolate cherries or tiny chocolate rum balls.

There's a lovely place called Edgefield in Troutdale, OR that used to be a county poor farm in the 1920's and was later a nursing home. It has been made into a winery, brewery, spa, hotel and restaurant. It has the reputation of being haunted because of all the deaths that occurred there over the years.

You have no idea how much more material this is giving me today with my Kim K Halloween costume. Now, I'm HeartBroken Divorcee Kim and I can ask everyone if they are rich and/or married. BWHAHAHAHAHA!

Gosh, that's a lot of lumpy padding with no connection to any form of human anatomy. Love the ironic hot dog.

Are those panties ruched up the crack? That's a total perma-wedgie.

I know a little boy named Tiberius. They call him Tibby.

The trades of the Kurt Busiek written Conan series are worth picking up, but I'm biased to the first four trades or so.

Sweet! I've been looking forward to a Belit comic and this looks like great fun. Time to request it for the pull box.

I took my family to see it on a whim and I've been treated to a nightly reenactment by my wee Lego engineer complete with sound effects. Mostly sound effects. Mostly explosive sound effects.

Okay, I might actually see this movie now. He looks like an extra on True Blood.

Stay away from my Star Trek MacFarlane! I still haven't forgiven that travesty of an Empire Strikes Back parody.

My son dressed as Teen Titian's Robin the year that The Dark Knight came out. There was a sea of little Batmen in the mall, and all of them pointed at my son like, "I'm missing one of those!"

I got two in a row that told me to "Show Enthusiasm In All You Do!" and I enthusiastically wadded up the wrapper in a teeny-tiny ball of spite.

The leather artist thing means you're probably right. I'd be grateful that her taste in weapons didn't lean to the post-gunpowder era.

Probably a piece she picked up from the cutlery store next to Spencer's Gifts in the mall.