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I find True Wife Confessions strangely uplifting.
Yeah, here's why I'm not on Facebook: Please Don't Friend Me.
I am 50% qualified to participate in Unhappy Hipsters.
I've always wanted to attend a Hogmanay celebration of some sort, and the Stonehaven Fireballs looks like a fun time.
Sure, I'd eat a giant snail. They probably taste pretty good.
I always liked Cary Tennis but he sounds exceptionally rational in this article responding to a woman's question about hot sauce in condoms. Yes, you read that right.
I want to live in Rose Levy Berenbaum's kitchen in my next life. In the meantime she told me how to tighten the loose hinge pin on my Kitchenaid mixer.
I'm a veteran lunch-carrier and I enjoy reading others' suggestions, like those of Freakin' Tasty Bento.
Thanks Not Martha for reminding everyone about how IUD's are a childless or young woman's BC option.
Now I've seen it all. Be sure to buy yourself some Zombie Survival Soap .

I didn't know Degaulle was such an asshole.
How about them Creepy Vintage Ads? Take your cynicism from here and apply it to the bogus bullshit they are trying to feed us right this instant.
One of the many cool things about Wikipedia is the presence of many articles detailing the courageous efforts of Armed Forces personnel the world over. These are stories that, a decade ago, only their grandchildren would've known in slight detail.
Kate Harding of Shapely Prose wrote an excellent article about how childfree women are selfish and unnatural to some.
I bought a used book from Better World Books through their Amazon shop. $3.97 shipping worldwide and they support literacy projects. Isn't that keen?
Why did it take me so long to find out about Straight Edge? I might have been one of these kids if I'd liked punk rock.
How can a little old index card say so much?
Hey you guys! Let's go hang out with Spencer Tunick, he seems like a fun guy.
Fatshionista! Asks us to all Hail Fat Satan. Hail!
If you're very good, when you die you go to Bakerella's house.
Educated people wonder why Chinese machine translators use the word "fuck" everywhere,
Would you like a scanwich?
Now, these guys will teach you a vital lesson in toilet paper mechanics.
I repressed gales of laughter while viewing Cake Wrecks at work.
Someone else loves fruit as much as I do.

In Which We Post, Or Die.

December 24 – Everything’s OK What was the best moment that could serve as proof that everything is going to be alright? And how will you incorporate that discovery into the year ahead?

Wait a minute...everything's going to be OK? Why didn't you say so? How do you know this?? Why were you keeping this information to yourself???

As I sit at my computer in my warm, safe home, watching my rumpled cat stretch and turn over, I can safely say that I have never thought that everything will be OK. Never!

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