I’ll be your huckleberry.

Still the best Queen Elizabeth II story.

I recall reading somewhere that no one likes riding in the gold carriage because the ride is bumpy as fuck.

Fucking silverfish.

That super devout pious girl should’ve hung out with the Jesuits for a bit. They fucking love philosophy.

That’s fair. Would it help to reframe it as not blaming the children but the children’s behavior? I mean, unless the kid is a budding sociopath or something. It’s a stretch, though. Shitty behavior that has a terrible outcome is really hard to separate from the person. But you don’t deserve the blame, even though you…

Shit, that sucks.

Every time I see any footage of that, I still have to fight the impulse to say, “Run, woman! Run!”

It’s like she purposefully pitched her voice to be the opposite of shrill.

YES.

Along the lines of The Handmaid’s Tale, the book New Zapata was a pretty interesting read.

Balls.

And Medicaid/Medicare claims processors don’t fuck around with those codes. Shit better be billed right or it isn’t getting paid.

Any luck from your email?

Some of us aren’t given the choice of stopping.

When they find out you dared to say anything about it... shit goes sideways so fucking fast. And they always find out. They can even tell if you’re just considering it, if you dare think about escaping.

I do always assume some sort of gambling takes places when it comes to my luggage reaching the same destination as me, along with another bet on if said luggage will be there around the same time as me.

I’ve got some spare ones.

I know one that I like. But I’ve witnessed genuine sympathy from him, so I’m not entirely convinced of his libertarianism.

Or paid another airline to fly out their crew, maybe.