If we could all stop using wrenches on the wing nut wings and snapping them off that would be great. Either get the wing nuts with the wrench base or hand tighten only!

I still have dvds and a dvd player like an old person for just this reason.

I do not have a penis so I must ask…wouldn’t that hurt? Like a lot?

I do! It’s one of my favorite parts. I read the books long before I saw the movie and I enjoyed them both. Didn’t really get all the hate for it to be honest.

Me alone in the forest, lost and confused: huh I thought at least one of them would be here!!???

I mean I agree it sucks. I wish like hell I DIDN’T have to profile 50% of the population like this just to survive unscathed.

Am women, love hiking. Have encountered bears many times. I stay calm, keep my distance and appreciate them for the beautiful animals they are. (And yes, I’d pick bear, everytime.)

The key here, in case you missed it Mr. Red, is that I don’t know the intentions of the man. I’m rolling a dice on whether this hypothetical man is one of the good ones. The bear might kill me, it might not, but it’s not going to harass me once I get out of the forest. It’s not going to text me at all hours of the day and night asking for a chance because it got me out of the forest. The bear isn’t going to show up at places I’m at and attempt to talk to me. The bear isn’t going to contact everyone I know on social media trying to convice them they are a nice bear who just needs to go on a date with me. The bear won’t write me emails telling me I’m a bitch ass stuck up whore when I refuse them.

It’s not just the forest, Mr. Red, it’s after the forest. It’s the fallout. I’d rather get ripped apart than take a chance a get a Nice Guy. Once I am out of the woods, I never have to think about that bear again. If it’s a man I run the risk of always having to look over my shoulder, and depending on his level of crazy, maybe getting stalked for the rest of my life.

I dunno this sounds like a good time to me. If eating Parking Lot Peanutbutter Pie is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

Smooth spread for smooth brain.

The loophole for my local amish is they can use it, but not own it. Which sounds great until they’re clogging up the parking at the Scratch N Dent with their bosses tractor.

The longer I look at this, the worse it gets.

🎶Ompa lompa dumpity do, I have some methamphetamine ready for you 🎶

Thanks for the closure, I needed that.

That scene from The Neverending Story scarred me for life. You know the one I’m talking about. Poor Artax.

🎶 One of these things is not like the others 🎶

Oh god I had a Keith at my work place. Wanted to show me shit on his phone instead of working. What is it with Keiths!?

Huh, I never thought about doing this. Maybe I should start.

I had the rumbles in my tummy only hands could satisfy!

That’s not very disco of you.