Overhearing my roommate talking to a friend in our living room while I'm watching Wrestlemania 9 (and reading Bret Hart's autobiography at the same time):

"I wonder if I can get her to make my mom a leather onesie. With attachments for whips."

.....that is more than I ever needed to know about you guys, seriously now. Though it does explain an awful ( Read more... )

Is there some higher force at work here? Is there truly a deity hovering over my head, snickering and snapping his fingers to make my life miserable just when it looks like things are going well ( Read more... )