I put forth a theory running in my head...feel free to destroy it, as GRRM would a beloved character. I posit that many characters are being set up as avatars of the Seven. The stranger = Arya, The Maiden = either Sansa or Brienne (known as the Maiden of Tarth), the Father or Warrior= Jon Snow, the Mother = Daenaerys…

What he gets off on is people paying attention to him. Normally, County Sheriff isn’t a noticable position. However, over the course of years, he’s become famous and loves it. The more of an asshole he is, the more famous he is. Sound familiar?

This is the standard location for those serving DUI time, which is mandatory at even the lowest level. Blow hot, you’re spending 24 hrs minimum in tent-city.

By no means am I defending the sack of stinking feces and dandruff that is Arpaio, but the logic for his action has held in court, sadly. Rather than meat, protein substitutes make up a gruel/patty of sorts. Heat? Meh. It’s no different than soldiers in Iraq. Like I said, yeah, its clearly fucked up, but the courts…

That, and we don’t observe DST. Makes up for more than you think.

Only tattoo I’ve ever considered...”WWTGD” I still make get it, cause the answer is the best possible advice anyone ever had for anyone ever.

I am 50. Graduated HS in 1983. I still rock a low-side pony on occasion and DGAF! Yes to the side-pony. It’s modern worn low.

And yet, this is a goal of mine! I wish to die in a way that makes for an epically laughable obituary.

Tampons are the BANE of sewage systems. These are used to destroy solids and are very good at destroying tampons and making them manageable. Hence, you’ll note lots of incontinence and menstrual products.

Yes, it’s to destroy anything that gets put through a sewage system and make it manageable without clogging up the works. My dad sold them to prisons/jails to destroy the inevitable flushed flip-flops. ETA - Why do I know these things?

They sold them for underground use under prison/jail sewage systems to chew up the flip-flops someone would inevitably flush. (I know more about sewage and wastewater treatment that I should.)

OMG! A muffin monster! My dad used to sell those! I had a mug and everything.

Insulin. Which smells like bandaids to me.

I work in politics. Consulting...campaigns and the like.

Maybe the craft table is considered foraging for hollywood's young elite?

And apparently men without pants on. I, too, am revisiting this.

I once dreamed that my boyfriend at the time asked me to marry him on a dam. I threw him off in front of all of our family and friends. I enjoyed the splat. (Yes, I tossed him off the front.) That should explain how I feel about the big proposal.

All that great music you hear on TV programs or commercials? They rarely get paid for that, or if they do, it's virtually nothing. Payment is 'exposure'.

Let's preface this with saying that my only real exposure to the world of fashion is via Project Runway, so that's why all I hear in my head is Michael Kors giggling with Heidi Klum and saying something like, "It's just, no one wants their dick out. And it all looks like you just inverted a sweater dress and attached…

I only watched for the guinea pigs. Her face at 19:03 is my face ALL THE TIME. (I have seven piggies!)