88chumtheburner
Chumtheburner
88chumtheburner

I’m sad we’re not related but also freaked out there’s two of these people on the planet.

I feel like a defining moment in my childhood was hearing the Sunday School teacher in the next room trying to shame my (extremely dyslexic) brother into reading in front of the class, and when he refused multiple times, threatening him with a timeout (for a 4th grader. FUCK YOU.). I charged in and told her she could

MAYBE!!! They also have a few adult children (together and from different marriages) that I’ve managed to make contact with in the last few years. We have a tumultuous relationship because I’m always trying not to badmouth their parents and they have been told all this shit about our family and I think they’re still

I believe that too, but people make their own choices and from what my mother tells me, her brother has always been a pushover (she was hella bullied in school and he did nothing). I am the “you touch my sister I will come for you, your sister, your dog, your second cousin twice removed” type of sibling so this makes

This type of thing makes me furious. My mom’s brother isn’t “allowed” to talk to my mother without supervision and there was a period of time she thought she was texting him and was so happy! She was talking to her brother again! And then found out she was texting the bitch sister-in-law pretending to be him. (The

I’m not sure where you’re located, but honestly a great resource for me for my own wardrobe has been reddit’s r/femalefashionadvice. A lot of women from all over the world giving each other helpful pointers and it’s been tremendously positive. Even if you don’t have an account on reddit, I would suggest going and

Yes. It is a hold over from the time when ladies’ suits automatically were assumed to have skirts, so it differentiates that this woman is a wild one, she’s wearing PANTS with her SUIT.

Ayyyyye I know vintage fashion too! (as a hobby anyway) It started because I wanted to have a “legit” 1955 dress for the Disneyland anniversary a few years ago and then I discovered the weird wonderful world of researching and wearing beautiful old things. I’m so jealous you have a boutique and get to be surrounded by

The store I work at has “vaguely defined sizes” (with in store tailoring) but I’ve no doubt elsewhere (at the Hillary Clinton level, say) you can have your suit built from the ground up. I’m picturing the seamstress asking if your vulva “dresses right” or something.

No. This is a pantsuit.

Literally none of these women are wearing pantsuits but you do you Jez.

I have packaging I’m more drawn to but it’s those stupid ones with no string or applicator and I’m like “no you will regret that purchase get the pink kind.”

I feel the same about Heath bars but I am fully aware that would just be a chunk of heath candy, no chocolate.

Woke: doing the bare minimum of social decency, acknowledging sexism and/or racism exist, somehow worthy of an entire article devoted to how awesome they are for this.

Where would I be without Jezebel telling me how great white men are

I’m not a delivery driver, but I’ve been told I’d be fired if I didn’t come into work on days I had a fever of 103 and bronchitis, or the roads between me and my job were completely floods. Given the option of no job or possible injury, you’d be surprised how many people will go with the latter.

I try to remind myself of this while staring at his butthole and thinking, “his isn’t even waxed, I’ll bet mine looks a lot better!” but it’s a personal insecurity I think I just need to move past, haha.

One of my FWBs is obsessed with it and so I do it whenever I’m with him. I am able to get into it ONLY if I haven’t shit in the last couple of hours, otherwise all I can think is “CAN HE SMELL MY BUTTHOLE CAN HE SMELL MY BUTTHOLE MY BUTTHOLE IS RIGHT IN HIS FACE” and it’s incredibly distracting for me. So my answer

Okay... that sounds fake...but okay...

Yes! My mother (a white, midwestern woman, so consider the source) refuses to believe that the majority of slaves weren’t happy where they were, and were part of their master’s family, “like pets”. What.