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So there’ll finally be something readable on Wonkette. That’s definitely a silver lining.

Well, like I said, it’s either the scoop to end all Duggar-related scoops, or that other guy is super-confused about what we’re talking about.

Right, but presumably you’re paying VAT, which is displayed included in the price before you reach the point-of-sale, and not sales tax, which is added at the point-of-sale on top of the stated price of the goods, AND your rate of VAT is determined by a central government, whereas sales tax in America is determined by

I just wish both the US and the UK would get rid of decimalization of currency altogether. In the US, all coins are more or less useless, and in the UK, it’s hard to deal with the huge pocketfulls of coins I always collect, but which are somehow never quite enough to pay any bill entirely in coins. Instead, we should

Just like everything else, it's different for everyone. Kind of like periods - I'm a 30 year old woman who still regularly ruins underwear because my period sneaks up on me every time. No cramps, no moods, just my pants are suddenly filled with blood. I imagine menopause is going to be awful for me just to make up for

I honestly forgot this was a thing, because when I lived in Sudan, birth control was OTC and less than $1 for a month pack. When I came back, I bought 2 years’ worth - same 2 active ingredients in the same dose as what I’d been prescribed in the U.S., only cheap and convenient. Now whenever my friends go to Sudan or

I’m not offended, I’m amused. Amusement is the reaction that people who keep repeating bizarre accusations with no proof get.

Cute story, bro! Sorry that I’m not giving your weird beliefs that NPR is a bastion of right-wing reporting all the deep consideration that it deserves, maybe it’s because it’s Saturday morning and you’ve literally been saying the same absurd thing over and over for like 24 hours without rest? Just a thought.

Are WE the same person? I’m tall and thin, was wearing clothes way too old for me by the time I was 12, and had a mom who didn’t know what sizes meant - she once bought me a pair of gauchos in size 14 petite and was so. elaborately. annoyed. and put out. when I told her that I literally could not wear them and we

I actually still don’t know what you mean, since at the moment everyone else is discussing how much Anna Duggar, a Duggar by marriage alone, looks like all the other Duggars, with whom she presumably does not share any DNA.

They may disagree within a range, but that doesn’t mean that poli-sci is a free-for-all choose-your-own-adventure word guessing game where things can mean whatever you want.

Cool story, bro!

Any time someone starts a comment with an insult that takes up more than a single page of my iPhone screen, I dismiss it unread. It’s not a terrible plan.

I once had an obligatory winter concert thing in middle school. It was in the evening, and all the other 7th grade girls were wearing their first little black dresses. Some of them even got to wear their first pairs of black high-heels.

I can’t read your screenname without reading it in Madeline Basset’s voice, and it’s making my mind’s ears bleed.

My mom did a similar number on me by making me shop in the grown-up ladies’ section of Sears. I was tall, so that stuff fit me, but god, everything I owned was mustard yellow or olive green, and aged me about 30 years.

Your mom thought she was unpopular because of her weight. In reality it was her shit-ass personality.

This makes me feel better about the crushing embarrassment that I just now noticed that I hit ‘m’ by accident when typing ‘nouveau.’

“I just noticed that you’ve got my lips. I’m sorry.” - Said by my mom 2 months ago, a week before my 30th birthday.

I am like the softest touch, but when I read that I think, “Good, now the parents who loved them so much that they raised them in a cult and gave them no skills whatsoever to succeed in the world can reap their rewards by taking in and supporting their jobless adult children and the small army of babies they insisted