I see what you’re saying, but all of that is again just a reason to check the law first. Have you seen entrance requirements for Hawaii? If you don’t complete it extremely thorough checklist, your pet will be quarantined for 6 months.

I’m guessing that has something to do with the fact that rabies doesn’t exist there and the incubation period for the virus. I don’t get the no check in thing but in my personal case I would just leave my dogs at home with someone I trusted rather than smuggle them in.

The rules for quarantine and bringing animals in and out of a country are there for very good reasons. Especially in a place like Australia that is geographically isolated. You can’t break them because you’re rich and want your dogs with you.

Came here specifically to nominate this record. My favorite album of all time.

Came here specifically to nominate this record. My favorite album of all time.

The Pixies “Doolittle”. Not only is it an awesome record, it influenced countless other bands including Nirvana. Without this the Seattle sound may have never existed.

The Pixies “Doolittle”. Not only is it an awesome record, it influenced countless other bands including Nirvana.…

This is especially relevant today.

Doing something different tonight for the mental health/self care thread in light of certain events today:

Same.

I have like three racist bones in my body. I’m always complaining about them, but the rest of the bones won’t do anything about it. Two of them are real assholes and one of them is passive aggressive as shit. I don’t know, every time I think about yanking them out the other bones get all protective. Deep down, I…

I’ve got a slight rebuttal, my friend.

As a guy I find a little splash of Old Spice Rimforest does the job.

you’ve just nailed the divide in our house. I call the dog’s pudenda her “yoni,” while my partner says “cooter,” as in, “the dog is going at her cooter again.”

This comment should have more stars.

:-) Same in our fam. I still have the green frosted glass dish my late mother used to hold the canned cranberry sauce. Unsliced. Every year.

No cranberries?

I remember when I was a kid eating fruit suspended in Jell-O and the time my family all but made me eat that garbage, even though it was way too fucking sweet. And if I think something is way too fucking sweet, it is way too fucking sweet.

Omfg..

This is sublimely hideous poetry. I love it and also hate you a little right now.

yeah, no. I wish people would stop going to the, “This guy did something that irked Trump, ergo he is our new hero!” line.

You know that he’s going to get Kellyanne to suck his dick, lick his balls, rim his ass and take a load of the Butternut Turd’s old, stale, jizz right in her frizzy hairdo before he actually fires her. I can hardly wait for the reason for that one.