Attractiveness based on weights kind of fascinates me, especially as it has changed through the years.
I'm celebrating (if that's the proper term for it) the seventh anniversary of my heart attack.
My life, quite honestly, leaves much to be desired. I have no wife, no kids, no girlfriend; heck, I don't even really have a home.
Open and honest discussion allows for education, debate of ideas, and helps to protect people from, well, Chlamydia, along with other things like pregnancy.
we all have to die at some point anyway. It's part of the contract we signed to be alive in the first place, and frankly, death by cheeseburger is not a bad way to go.