I was at another article today about gun control where I said “I grew up in the countryside where some folks had to hunt to feed their families.” It’s possible your goose was paranoid about some fledglings. And I also recall the night I was out running in A CITY and an owl came out of no where and cold-cocked me so…

Perhaps you are from CA? Hennessy is most popular in Texas and the least popular in CA:

Teacher here. I’ve had both a Chardonnay and a Sauvignon in class.

I was chased by an irate flock of geese on a beach in Greece when I was 10. I ended up tripping and launching myself into a rusted barb wire fence that became embedded in my arm and necessitated a big tetanus jab in my ass cheek. Good times.

I went to school with two sisters, one named Mari and one named Juana. Both fine names. Just maybe not together...

I was riding my bike on a canal trail several years ago when I heard a noise to my right. I was going at a good clip and glanced to my right to see a little bullet goose head right next to me with one beady dead like inches from my face. It had come up from the canal and was behind me with its wings on either side of…

I actually know 3 girls named Hennessy.

Also, a font of style ideas, like around-the-eye orange liner. That feathered lizard is WORKINg it.

Her dad *woke up* in a tequila factory

Vermin!

I’m still tryin’ to make my way past the fact that the child’s name is Hennessy...

Folks who want to get up close and personal wit geese and ducks and what not... Stay the hell away from me. They carry diseases and they don’t Luuurve you either. Stop “playin’” Martha, and eat those fuckers.

Martha is an absolute treasure and has the best life. I wish I was Martha, minus the awful jail stint.

Jeebus, just the photo makes my acrophobia kick into high gear. /shudder Once I nearly got stuck on the Eiffel Tower, I can’t imagine going up a vertical cliff-face for fun.

Because cooking and clean up is the entertainment being provided. How many “dinner parties” have I been invited to, which are advertised to start at 7 or so, but the ingredients are actually still in the fridge at 7...dinner finally cooked and served at 10 after everyone has gathered around for three hours just…

I think “open concept” is a relic from a time when you have one television in the whole house and everyone wants to half-heartedly do their own stuff while watching it.

“...some lame-o is sure to offer to start washing them, and then insisting, and then your glamorous party becomes a hootenany of chores instead of the Algonquin Round Table like you’d hoped.”

How can people with open plan even have dinner parties? All the dirty dishes are sitting there staring you in the face and some lame-o is sure to offer to start washing them, and then insisting, and then your glamorous party becomes a hootenany of chores instead of the Algonquin Round Table like you’d hoped.

Nah, it’s not on us to stop you from behaving like a fucking creep. Don’t be a fucking creep, don’t touch women, don’t pursue them, don’t grope them, and don’t fucking tell us what to be angry about. Fix your own shitty behavior because Google is fucking free.

Seriously? WTF? It’s not hard! It’s not! Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t say gross shit. When you grab women and say stuff about their bodies or things you like about their appearance or God forbid things you’d like to do to their bodies (Yuck!), they have trouble sleeping because they’re thinking about what they…