Sorry if the following is TMI or anything, but this doesn't involve wiping boogies on walls or stripper farts or anything (erikamoen, this does not mean I do not love reading your stuff). Just the human body, and the myriad ways it has to make you stare into the mirror and ask, "Why ( Read more... )

So the other week Steph and I were shopping for that thing you earth people call "food" and on a whim I bought a quart of rice milk, because I have yet to find a soy milk that doesn't make me ill ( Read more... )