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I too am takeoff-phobic. My counter is to work through the general theory of relativity (in an Explain Like I’m 5 way because math.) Usually I get to the part in my routine about why the shuttle ride at Kennedy Space Center makes your brain think you’re flying when they announce you can turn on your electronics.

A broken clock is still right twice a day.

I’m going to go with my girlfriends and then waste the money I spent on admission by keeping my fingers in front of my eyes.

Having seen more than a few professional male dancers who work (ed) in gay clubs, I’m can tell you that they are equal opportunity when it comes to taking my girl-cootie-laden dollars.

When I was 12 we took a family trip to Chicago. (I should say I was about 5’10” at that point which made people think I was older.) Guy working in a Greek deli was asking me lots of questions like where I was from, etc. Got outside and my parents were like “Ooooooo, he liked you!” I had no clue.

The Neptune Society will turn you into a reef. I’m all for it.

For those who love otters, may I introduce... Otter. She lives in London with Otter Keeper and her friends Teddy and Giraffe.

There is nothing about The Chronicles of Riddick that was forgivable. What you mention is just a small cog in an otherwise terrible, terrible sequel.

I use pharmaceutical grade lanolin. It's amazingly moisturizing and since it's waterproof, it doesn't come off easily. Only downside is no color, but if you mixed some lipstick or pure color in you'd have a perfect lip balm.

I use pharmaceutical grade lanolin. It's amazingly moisturizing and since it's waterproof, it doesn't come off

Katy? Is that you? Where's your spork?

Ok. I'm wrong.

Pretty sure the pic is two women.

"... on 7th heaven, shoked the world ..."

The biggest lie I've gotten away with, and for most of my life, is that I'm not good at lying.

She looks so ... hard. All edges, all brittle, no padding. She acts hard and brittle too. She's become an extreme example of the weirdness of aging women in the celebrity spotlight, and I can't get past it to any value she may still have.

The amount I love you for that link is unlimited. The surgeon's "arms race" snark is worth more than gold.