Damn, brother. Preach it!

This woman is in Colorado. She is just a nasty bitch.

If not for the other poor interpretations, I’d think with “pizza” and “bear monster” he was slipping in a reference to Five Nights At Freddy’s.

I’m never-married and at this rate likely to never be married, mostly because after a life of being told that my purpose was to marry and have kids and be a good wife etc, I found myself feeling more and more apathetic about relationships as time has gone on.

Wow that’s horrifying. Now I can’t imagine why anyone having a destination wedding invites anyone.

Is that how destination weddings work? I thought everyone had to be able to afford to go. I didn’t realize the couple getting married had to pay for everything!

Oh my gosh I’m so sorry that happened to you! It’s stories like yours that make me consider that if I ever marry, I will give zero fucking quarter when it comes to people I don’t want around me. It’s clearly the only way for things not to go horribly wrong.

Letter clearly says “fiancee” aka a woman.

Did they get booted out? Please say yes. People who ruin stuff like that are the absolute worst.

If she can’t afford/find a babysitter she shouldn’t be going out. Those kids are the mother’s responsibility. Getting her a babysitter is just enabling her shitty behavior.

But why though? Those aren’t LW’s kids. Fuck that noise. If someone can’t be at the wedding according to the wedding rules, following them under their own power, they don’t deserve to attend.

I didn’t even need that chocolate milk that just spewed out of my nose. Was just taking up space.

Always nice to meet a fellow Fremen. You shan’t meet the tip of my gom-jabbar.

It’s not that we’re not upset. We’re tired. It’s like when your parent beats you. It doesn’t stop hurting, but you become used to it happening enough to have a much smaller reaction. On top of that, it’s wearing to have to defend one’s response every time some shit like this happens. It’s much easier to add it to the…

I’m curious to know what your ultimate swear word is, then.

Even if proof came through right now that God was real, I would rather burn than deal with a guy like that. Imagine heaven as its supposed to be (eternal praise zombies), and heaven as run by someone as capricious as Yahweh. I bet anything nobody could ever praise him enough, and they’d all end up in hell anyway. I’m…

Maybe the breaking point where Stockholm Syndrome really takes hold and there is not a drop of agency or individuality left, and certainly no doubt or anything.

What is this from? I might need to watch it.

High five! Vasquez, for me, was amazing. I was a kid, Ripley was white (which isn’t bad or wrong or anything) but when Vasquez came along, a woman of color (the character, not the actress of course), tough and not taking any shit, being as good as the men and even better than some of them, I wanted to be her. Nobody…

I feel like the big red guy getting a bad rap. Flavor-aid is what they actually drank, but you never hear anyone say “drank the Flavor-aid” either. I feel like Flavor-aid is the ones who started the connection to Kool-aid, never realizing that the saying wasn’t fixing to ruin them at all. Kool-aid, I mean. I don’t…