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OK, is this really you, or have you been replaced by a pod person?

No, they picked on her because she didn't have what is usually considered valid ID, and they were attempting to work with her to remedy the situation when her "window of opportunity closed" (her friend who was going to sleaze her in free went off shift), and she didn't want to pay to get in, so she left too. And get over yourself - I get proofed all the time. I can't buy smokes or cartridges at the drug store or beer at the grocery store without having my license scanned, because the registers are programmed not to complete the transaction until proof of age is presented. And I'm probably just about your age - I may actually be a couple of years older.

Is it issued by the county, state, or federal government? And did they scan it, or just look at it?

If she had not been a woman of a certain age, but instead had been in her 20's, Kenny wouldn't care either - he'd be more focused on the fact that she was trying to sleaze her way in through a friend that worked there and was apparently going off duty soon. She flat out said that she didn't want to pay to get in, so she left.

What? No diarrhea? Amateur.

Well, that's it. My reason for living is gone.

Why are you so righteously indignant about this? Was this a date that you missed, or did you fail to provide appropriate ID someplace, and this video rattled your cage? Also, if she had been willing to wait, the situation might have been resolved, but, because she really wasn't there as a guest, but as a free-loader who was imposing on a friend to get her in free(at who knows what peril to their job?), she opted not to wait for approval. They didn't throw her out, she left.

. Yes. Yes, you should.

**Sends you bill for calamine lotion and Benadryl**

Please stop before you break into Kumbayah; you're giving me flashbacks to Girl Scout camp, and I'm starting to itch from long-gone mosquito bites.

Leave the poop alone. It's just a cute happy little poop, and it's just sitting there being cute and happy. Zeni is now allowed to post and make threads, which is all that really matters. The poop isn't doing anything besides maybe providing a rating - instead of PG-13, most of his posts are poop. Granted, they can be amusing - I'm particularly enjoying the ticket arc - but they are poop.

That was exactly what I thought.

It may not kill you, but it is not fine.

I sit corrected - the first article I read implied that the teacher wanted only gender neutral pronouns used in the classroom, which to me seemed disrespectful to the students by not using their preferred pronouns. But I found the USA Today article, which says that they only want gender neutral pronouns used for them, and that they will use the students' preferred pronouns. That's ok - I just want my kids and their pronouns left in peace. So never mind. The kids can stay in school as long as respect for everyone's identity is maintained (and there are plenty of fire exits) and the teachers are competent (no matter what they identify as). And the strange part is, I don't know why I'm even interested - the kids actually graduated 10 or 12 years ago, and, much as I fret, the grandkids' teachers and schools are the decision of their parents.

It's like sex - she's only 7, so you answer the questions she asks, in age appropriate terms. If she doesn't ask, she's probably not interested. And why would she be? And if that person was my kid's teacher, I'd be home schooling faster than you could say "What the fuck?"

Whaaaat? If this is what it's come to, I'm glad I didn't go back for my NP.

You kids are too young to remember, but they had them in ancient Egypt - they used sheep intestines.

All I have to do is see the name to know that and be duly terrified. When I think of the Godfather, all I can think of is "Leave the gun. Take the cannoli."

Parker Brothers.

Actually, I like this one better - the other one was good, but it made me think of the Godfather.

Cows make more and tolerate milking machines better.

Baby cows do. You need to spend some time down on the farm. (Or at least try some milk-fed veal. Mmmmmmmmmmm)

Scoob: arbiter of male hawtness. They'll have you picking the next James Bond and the next Most Interesting Man in the World before you know it.

That was my older daughter's first anniversary.