...it consistently amazes me the propensity ignorance has for lumping like people into groups, then mongering fear and expecting others (hopefully not quite as ignorant) to jump on the fear bandwagon...frankly when i am flying horrid perfume, dangerously out of style polyester that doesnt breathe, tall hair and birkenstocks with dirty toes peeking out strike fear in me

has anyone read rant?

i am so sad this project was not around when we went through my dad's house. among our collectibles were cans of chlorofluorocarbons (used for drying nail varnish and creating your own personal hole in the ozone) a painted cigar store indian made out of rubber, hundreds of plastic jello molds (square with recipes on them circa 1955) filled with screws and nuts and bits of wire, and items too numerous and bizarre to mention ahhhh the memories of growing up in the house that hoarding built

a) my mother had this cookbook
b) i gagged back then and i am gagging now

mr.loopners daughters

wow i have so little desire to know when my friends are shifting around in their clothing...

kinda looks like those really bad paper airplanes we made out of looseleaf..the ones that didnt fly...maybe that is why they buried it

i mean the one on top..okay so i am a dumba**

i mean yeah the one on top is a cat ... okay i am a dumbass

um i am no scientist but that is a dog