Yeah, a woman being coerced into getting something put into her vagina is a pret-ty, pret-ty, pret-ty big deal.
Comparing someone inserting something unneccessarily into a vagina to someone unneccessarily grabbing a penis isn't really the same. You should compare it to someone unneccessarily sticking something up your butthole, or down your throat.
Comparing someone inserting something unneccessarily into a vagina to someone unneccessarily grabbing a penis isn't really the same. You should compare it to someone unneccessarily sticking something up your butthole, or down your throat.
"shame boner" = best term I've heard all day.
You shut your whore mouth, I'm obviously the biggest whore west of the Mississip'.
No way, appendicitis is caused by consuming far too much rat's blood licorice.
Did the bristles lodging in kid's tonsils remind anyone else of Roald Dahl's childhood fear that toothbrush bristles caused appendicitis?
Whoa, whoa, whoa... you guys completely misunderstood what he was saying. He's encouraging us ladies to take NSAIDs on the reg so that we can spontaneously abort... err... miscarry. Pretend I didn't say abort.
Everyone knows classy ladies use Clorox. Lysol is for whores.
I say "THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!" to my dog on a weekly basis. He's a bit of a whiner. Also, he's retired. I'm thinking there's a connection.
Cold spoons (keep a pair in the freezer), frozen peas, a frozen wet washcloth, or a gel ice pack in the morning. Hold them on to your eyes for a minute or two, put 'em back in the freezer, repeat in 15 minutes. Works for puffy lids and dark circles.
Look up and blink... or tell them it's allergies if your voice doesn't crack when you tear up.
Do you have a freezer/fridge in your breakroom at work? My face gets really red sometimes (mostly from frustration) and I hold frozen peas or cold gelpacks on it to bring it back to normal.
Eh, I don't think you need to explain why you're crying unless HR or your direct supervisor asks you about it. I work with someone who cries at work on the reg and she offers the most insane, long, exposition-riddled stories about why... completely unprovoked. It's really not necessary. I'm such a c-c-c-cold hearted snake that now that I've seen her crying many, many times I just ignore it. I know she'll track me down 3 hours later and tell me a story about her first husband's sister's custody battle or whatever.
I've never cried at work, but I imagine that if I did, I wouldn't want to talk about it with any of my coworkers unless it was to tell them that I'd be out of the office because of the hypothetical thing I was crying about.
I've never cried at work, but I imagine that if I did, I wouldn't want to talk about it with any of my coworkers unless it was to tell them that I'd be out of the office because of the hypothetical thing I was crying about.
I know my sister has gotten tickets on 2 different occasions by following Colbert Report on twitter... same thing with the Daily Show, and Martha Stewart.
Huh, I had no idea about the international ID thing. I guess that makes sense... Microchips for identification purposes are probably not as widespread everywhere as they are in the US. And since his tattoos match his DOB, they support his breeding papers and marking diagrams.
My greyhound has tattoos inside his ears -- given to him by the people that gave him a stupid racing name but no real "pet" name, and basically threw him away when he broke his leg -- and I cried the first time I saw them. Also, who names a racing dog George Costanza? That's like begging everyone to avoid betting on him.
I guess I get it, people steal dogs and do other horrible illegal things with them, and tattooing what is the equivalent of a VIN on a dog's ear is like branding your propoerty. But *this* is just a vanity tattoo.
I guess I get it, people steal dogs and do other horrible illegal things with them, and tattooing what is the equivalent of a VIN on a dog's ear is like branding your propoerty. But *this* is just a vanity tattoo.
My greyhound has tattoos inside of his ears. I cried the first time I saw them. I can't imagine how scared he must have been, getting those.
Nice. I laugh 'till I cried... and then kept crying because I have a uterus.
Oh. Mama P, you slay me.
We have Central Market here in Houston -- it's the same company as HEB -- and they are on average 15% cheaper than WF. I basically go there exclusively for fresh seafood if it's the middle of the week and I'm not about to drive to Galvatraz. Oh, and for their smoked pecan gouda spread. What? I'm fat.
Those are the exact same reasons why I shop there, when I do. They also have great bulk selection that turns over (at least in my area) regularly, so I get small quantities of weird spices and my nerdy homemade bread ingredients from them, too.
