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I don't embarrass easily. I don't want kids, but I think it'd be super-funny to have one during those moments. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I like you. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I laugh b/c I'd never heard that until Billy's, now deceased, Tita asked me to pass her one from the mixed nuts bowl I was hogging at the time. I had no idea what she wanted and Billy told me. You can't get mad at old people. But, I forbade Billy to ever call them that! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I visited my mutti this past weekend and once again she told the story--one of many, I must say. I was 13. I LOVED Regis & Kelly (Kathy Lee at the time). And recently they'd had Howard Stern on as a guest when his new book Private Parts came out. He said to them "I am hung like a horse in that picture." His quip received lots-o-laughs from the audience. I had no idea what it meant at the time but... We're in Barnes & Noble walking past the best sellers isle. I see Howard Stern's Private Parts and shout out to my mom, "Hey mom! Look! It's Howard Stern's new book! I hear he's hung like a horse in this one!" It was funny when he said it. And at least everyone else in the entire store, other than my mom, laughed too. What's your parents' story (about you, or what you tell about your kids) they still tell? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Wait. Was she being serious? When I'm gullible I shouldn't be and when I'm not, turns out to be true. Geez! LisaH--my best friend has Tigger bouncing on his tail on her lower back. (I roll my eyes but I LOOOOVE her to pieces!). She's always tanning and unfortunately half of Tigger rests below her bikini bottoms and the other half above. I feel a little guilty--though I did NOT recommend Tigger when she mentioned she wanted a tat, I encouraged it, being I already had one, too. I've never asked her...but, I have a feeling she might regret it. I haven't asked b/c I don't want her to blame my bad influence. Believe it or not, I'm considered the "crazy one" of my bunch of friends. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

If pleather still works for you, I'll be right there. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Cool beans.

I didn't take offense--probably b/c I tend to be selfish and really don't care what most people might assume or think of me as long as I'm happy. I was curious what his definition of trashy was, though. Only to teach myself a lesson, too--I try very hard not to pass quick judgements about people. But, I still do sometimes; especially if I see a girl in a bar in a mini-skirt & knee-high boots with her na-na's all "Hello. How are ya?" I can't help but think she has no class. She might have some class. But, I doubt it. Tats say the same thing to some people depending on how/where they were raised. My father certainly didn't want me getting one--thus its appeal at the time, in retrospect. And I was quite aware what impression it might give to such people. I didn't care then, and I don't now. But, I obviously cared enough to leave myself the option of keeping it hidden.

You are wise as always, mama. It's not that I wouldn't choose the same ones. I still rather like both of them. I probably just wouldn't have any at all. I did the same thing. I didn't want anything that might potentially hinder my future success (right or wrong, a big obvious tat somewhere isn't likely to help you in a professional environment.) I got my first one on my 18th birthday. I had two tan lines at the time--my Speedo tan from work (lifeguard at the time, later became a swim instructor in college) and my bikini tan. There was a space right in-between on my lower back that my Speedo would cover the tat but it'd be visible in my bikini. I very strategically had it placed there. You know, so I could be oh-so-super cool on the beach with my friends, but still sweet & professional at work. Most people who know me don't know I have any tattoos. And those lucky enough () to have seen me in a bikini only know about said one on my lower back. Yes, that's right, the tattoo artist that did my second one saw more of me than any man had before. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I was a sophomore in college and still a virgin when I got my second. Only one can you see when I'm in a teeney bikini. Both are small, but I actually got inked three times--the second was really impulsive. I went with a group of girlfriends that always wanted one and ended up picking something very small off the wall (how original) and getting it somewhere I thought would be cute. Later, I decided to make it original and went back and added little wings (for skydiving, flight in general, freedom, being in love with Billy, etc.) Of course, I got both before I was 20 years old...and if I had none now that I'm 26, I don't think I'd still be interested in getting one. I don't regret them, but would definitely recommend waiting until you're in your mid or late 20s.

What is your definition of "trashy"? Although sometimes I must remember to take my own advice, try not to judge based on one fact, first impression, or looks alone. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Grassy-ass.

Pobrecito. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

What he said. Well...just the last part. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

It's here. It's here! (At least, I think this is the same thing.) I wish I had these guys' job! I've already set my DVR.

What I fail to see is how the ban in your example can be classified as a mistake. "Had no effect" But, again, I am of the same opinion that banning guns would not be an adequate solution to gun-related violence. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I personally have never handled a gun (except the super-squirt kind). I took a picture of the gun with its barrel tied in a knot located at the United Nations when I was in 8th grade and snuck out on a trip to NY from FL. (yes, it's true. ). I'm no big fan of weaponry. Having said that, I don't see banning them doing much good, either. What I find hilarious is some people don't realize for every fact one finds to support their opinions on such subjects, their are equal amounts of opposite facts (re: statistics, an example, or the like) that support their anti-opinion. So, really, what difference does it make what happened in Austrailia, alone? Good. Great. Grand. Wonderful. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I love Starbucks, too. Being that I'm a Starbucks card holder (not the credit card, the reloadable kind--makes it easier to just pay once/month than every day have to make an entry in my register ((yes, I log EVERY-THING! And I'm verbose.))) and a regular, I am convinced it was my letter to the affiliates that prompted the promotion of my favorite baristo (is that the boy version of the term?) to manager (the previous manager sucked! Pardon my french). We go at 6 a.m. every morning and they not only know my early a.m. drink, but also my afternoon drink, should I stop by. They are annoying cheerful and don't understand why I don't wish to be the bridesmaid at my friend's wedding (), but nonetheless, I can enter with shades, be on the phone with a client, and not have to utter a word--if I so choose--and they will graciously prepare my pre-determined beverage of choice. Fucking geniuses. Worth every penny! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I caught most of it last night... This was my first time hearing Jordin. WOW! Loved her performance! There were a lot of my all-time favorite songs chosen last night--including, unfortunately, the one Blake chose. I realize everyone loves the "beat-box boy" and the judges thought, once again, his rendition was spectacular. And, admittedly it was WAY better than when he did 311, also much to my dismay. But, I'm no fan of Blake. I did dig his pants, though. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Adopt. Adopt. Adopt!

I like you, too.

I like you. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

No doubt. I only caught the first half and that was all I could stand. The first two just irritated me--I admit when I first heard the 311 background music before Blake opened his mouth, I was excited. And then Blake started to sing it... And I decided right then AI needs to keep their repetuoire of songs limited to pop. What sincerely pissed me off was neither Randy, Paula or Simon had ever heard the song before. You're a judge in a music competition and you've never heard a song that was completely overplayed on the radio during its heyday? I understand not caring for certain genres of music, but if it was played on the mainstream radio and played as often as that one, a musical judge should be at least slightly familiar with it. You don't have to know who Sublime is to have heard and even know the words to Santaria. Same thing. I asked myself for the first time, "Why?" Why continue watching this show? I'm over it. Then Sundance attempted Pearl Jam. Granted I don't think Eddie Veder is/was incredibly innovative or amazing, but he definitely has a distinctive voice; and, like 311, I listened to my share of Pearl Jam. It was just the icing on the shitty Blakecake for me.... But there was one guy we'd heard about and were supposed to listen to, so I kept watching and then....he sucked, too. And that's my sweet review. P.S. I should note I don't dislike Blake. I just think he should stick to Timberlake. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I only been half-watching this season so I've missed alot. Funny, though--I'm not sad about it. I just popped in to say, I watched from 8 to 9 p.m. last night which was enough time to catch Melinda Doolittle whom I remembered I LOVED from the auditions. She is amazing!