Yep. Me neither. I kind of feel bad that there is nothing that would get me that excited. Well, except seeing my partner after being away from him for an extended period of time. But that's it.
Ah yes, good point. I was thinking like a nice green plant for about $30 or so. He loves indoor plants like I do. #Groupthink
Aw, I'm sorry :(
I offer you internet hugs and empathy I have acquired from having my dreams crushed over the years.
And yes, beer and pizza seem like the answer, I think. #Groupthink
wow, I feel like it's a rite of passage just to FIND where they are currently hiding Groupthink.
Anyway. I want to get something for my manfriend for Valentine's Day. But I want to do something sooner than that too. Feb 7th will be mark 4 months since we first met. Is it super cheesy to give him something for that? I really just want an excuse to celebrate how much I love him... #Groupthink
I just wanted to say that I love you, and you kick some serious ass, and I have the utmost respect and admiration for you. This whole thread was intense. But you. are. awesome.
With magic hands, that's how. Seriously though, it's like any other massage, just right in that area, where your lady probably puts a heating pad.
I really admire their confidence! I can't even wear a full-coverage swimsuit in public, let alone a bikini!
I used to be very secretive about it. I used to be rather ashamed. Then I started reading things on the interweb (like Jez!) and realized that hey, everyone has this, it's a normal thing. I am still quite demure about it in terms of storing my tampons and then disposing of them discretely, mostly out of respect for others I guess. But it really blows my mind that my current manfriend is so totally cool about it; he still likes to have sexy times during that week, and he'll even massage my uterus when I have cramps. He is just about the best partner I could ever ask for.
If the room doesn't come fully stocked with chocolate and oolong tea, it's not worth my time. I'm also going to need a tampon dispenser in the bathroom, a giant bottle of Advil on the nightstand, photos of sexy shirtless men (and women) plastered around the room. Come on, if they're going to make it lady-friendly, they better go all the way.
Alright y'all, clearly my earlier comment was a severe overreaction. mea culpa. It seems I can be too sensitive sometimes.
The day I discovered Maru was the day I realized why God has given us the Internet.
When I moved, my cats had a BALL with all the boxes. It's like, I had to have their approval before I could use any given box. Then when I was unpacking them in the new apt, the cats would spend hours jumping from one box to another, stalking and chasing each other, and then just napping in various boxes.
Mr Barry, I have really tried to like you. But, you are not winning me over with this post. First, the guy is not fat-shaming his dog. He is only asking his dog whether the box is appropriately sized for his breed (which is a fair question). Second, you know that the dog is a male, so why use the neuter pronoun? He is not able to fit into *his* box, not "its" box. And while I appreciate the acknowledgement that humans are the reason behind such fucked-up physiology, I hardly think this dog is pleading for an end to his misery. Have you ever looked into the eyes of a dog who is suffering? Probably not. I might just be overreacting because I do, in fact, look into the eyes of animals who are suffering as part of my job, but I don't appreciate your insensitivity and callous remarks. Sorry, but I want Mo Glo back. She is funny AND compassionate.
ETA: This is Jezebel, not Gawker. You might do well to take your humor writing there. We here at Jez will not hesitate to express when we are offended. Thanks.
I wonder what would happen if they featured an ad with an interracial gay couple next.
The ancient Greeks did that as well. They bundled up the fat and gristle with the bones, and gave that to Zeus (and the other gods). They ate the lean bits themselves. Of course, Prometheus got into deep shit for that, but that's how they did it. Also, they only really ate meat during religious ceremonies, not nearly as often as modern Americans do.
So... from what I've heard (from Evangelical acquaintances) this diet basically eschews most animal products. As a staunch animal rights activist, I support anything that takes the burden off animals.
But. It makes me a little sad, like, if you can't be yourself completely in front of your own God, then when *can* you be yourself? I thought God wasn't supposed to be judgmental...? Or is it that he's the only one who can judge because he's perfect? I'm a bit confused, clearly.
And, I just remembered, all the depictions of Christ I've ever seen show him sporting quite the sinewy muscles and often a 6-pack. What would Jesus do? He'd wander the Holy Land for years and apparently do some serious crunches.
Yes. I believe this might sum up our feelings right now.
this is so cute.... or it was, until my coworker pointed out that the little guy has a respiratory infection.
This is rich: someone on FB called me a bigot for saying that Ron Paul is anti-choice. Even though I posted a link to RP's own website where he says he's all pro-life and such.
