The main worst part about this is ascribing arbitrary meaning to an invented term (“fuckgirl”) based on a term she and most of the internet apparently doesn’t understand (“fuckboy”) that has been has been divorced from its origins (AAVE, specifically black rap culture) and warped into some catchall phrase for…

I was trying to explain to my English husband about what Friendly’s was- basically a place with rocking grilled cheese sandwiches and ALL THE ICE CREAM YOU COULD EVER WANT in a variety of forms. LOVE Friendly’s.

More this:

slavery more like yayvery

you shouldn’t open your mouth to tell any person of color what they should deal with and accept. it should be zero percent of whites instead of 28 percent (which,by the way,i don’t believe is accurate at all). surely,you’re aware of the propensity white people have towards denial when it comes to racism? we’re still…

It’s really not apt, and many people are saying “oh it’s a joke” get over it, whatever, but I really think they (and you) are losing sight of how bad the Middle Passage was. And I think that it’s important that we remember just how bad it was, just like I think it is important to represent other aspects of history…

BELIEVE WOMEN AND GIRLS WHO TELL YOU THEY WERE RAPED.

That’s fair. Tough, but fair.

Yeah, but they meant inhabitants of places that have more than 15 people and are still located in the continental United States, not unannexed Canada.

And yet this talking jar of Walgreens discount bronzer is still #2 in the polls of my original home state of NH. Wtf, people?

Once at a 9 hour flight from Paris to Tokyo I had offered the guy sitting next to me a Finnish candy, Sisu (kinda like salty liquorice but not, but also not liquorice with menthol but kinda like?) He then showed me something, roughly the size of a breath mint. So I took it and put it in my mouth, because hey, they ate…

I can’t believe he literally opened with “I don’t see color”. Like, that’s super that race doesn’t matter to you, Jerry, I bet it matters a lot to the man whose mother went to jail for being in a relationship with his father, though!

Some of these customers really need to learn when to keep stuff private. Like raw cake batter...whip up a cake mix and eat it at home. Hell, a lot of the brownie batter doesn’t make into the pan when I bake. Want to suck straight caramel sauce out of the jar or bag? Do so at home, treat yo self. You can even find…

That’s what’s confusing about that story to me. Though, the image of pudgy businessmen in suits licking the batter off cake beaters like they are in some sort of fetish porn is rather amusing.

Did you guys know that Norma was in a punk band in the 70’s in real life!!

But I still hate Daya’s mom so much...probably because I lost my saint of a mother around the time I started OITNB, but Jesus...she's just awful.

For the last decade of his life, my grandfather recieved nearly 100% of his nourishment from a small rotation of restaurants he would frequent for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I am forever grateful to the wait staff of those 5 or 6 restaurants who for at least 10 years would read the same few newspaper clippings he…

My first restaurant job was at a Red Robin back in 1997. This was when Red Robin was still kind of fun. Now it’s a clown factory. But anyway. I waited on an elderly couple who did the following: