I think they're meant for small-busted women to provide an more fullness in that area. Me, I don't need more fullness there.

Yeah, F cup. So, probably not doing marvels for my silhouette, but when I look down and see them I am pleased. So, that wins over what someone else sees when they look at me.

Damn, it's the accursed Muppets Under Pressure ad. Don't click on Google+, ita !. You can do this. You radiate pure awesome. You can resist.

So, that wins over what someone else sees when they look at me.

I wish I had an ounce of your self-confidence.

meara, if you go to Honolulu, you can get some malasadas from Leonards!

le n, IMHO - "Making" an adult apologize for bad behavior is demeaning to them and awkward for everyone. After a certain point in life, being made to apologize is not an effective consequence for teaching, it just fosters resentment and

disrespect. "Repair the relationship" indeed; the damage to the "relationship" wasn't the root problem, the plagiarism was the problem.

thank you for succinctly putting this. The advisor in question (IMO) is a misogynist who didn't act right when I was his boss. He is threatened by female authoritah. On top of this he approaches relationships with students in a paternalistic fashion, so it is no surprise this is his approach.

I was told about the advisor's request of the student by a 3rd party, so I am going to ignore I heard it. I am still not certain that I'll see an apology letter. Or how I will respond if I get it.

I had a date. He brought me a rose, which was nice, but as I said to the drunk girl on the train (with her boyfriend), it's a nice flower, but I'm still going home alone! You people have no idea how happy I was that someone commented, because I had the line all ready.

Ha!

Chicks dig rescue workers.

I read this to CJ and his response was "I wish". Seems he didn't get any Valentine's love today (not that he gave any). Just you wait, kiddo.

Bon! Happy first-dativersary! How many years now?

Nine whole years! I was laughing at Jesse's status because Bob brought me a bouquet on V-Day, and I was embarrassed.

I had a date. He brought me a rose, which was nice, but as I said to the drunk girl on the train (with her boyfriend), it's a nice flower, but I'm still going home alone! You people have no idea how happy I was that someone commented, because I had the line all ready.

Well done!

Jesus, you're old and shit now, huh?

(I would go on a first date on V Day now, well, aside from how reluctant I am to go on dates, because I would *dare* the guy to fuck up the rules I wouldn't tell him beforehand)

(But they're perfectly reasonable don't go to far, don't stop short rules)

(Just find the line, blindfolded man)