JennT23
JennT23
JennT23

Hand to heart truth. In Amsterdam I saw a very large woman, both weight and height wise (she had to be over six foot, and around 300 lbs of fat and raw muscle? Lady was built) drop her trousers and squat against the wall of my Hotel, while relieving herself of both Numbers 1 & 2. She was using her little person

I was a pharmacy tech in college. One guy brought in a prescription for antibiotics for a staph infection on his arm. When he gave me the rx, his wound was either bandaged or covered by his shirt, I don't remember. So while this guy was waiting for me tofill his meds, he decided he needed to check his blood sugar. I

I went on a whale watch in Maine with my family when I was like thirteen (and thus easily embarrassed). Welp, the waves were more than almost everyone on board could handle and the whole boat became a giant puke machine as literally like 95% of the passengers and crew started barfing, into barf bags or wherever it

Second adventure on MUNI:

I was on the blue line in Chicago, and a mom got on with her toddler son. She gave the kid a Slim Jim to eat. Not gross in and of itself - but after the kid was finished eating the Slim Jim, the mom sucked the Slim Jim grease off of each and every one of his fingers. That was the gross part.

My frowns have never been reserved for one person.

Dang! Donating them is such a good idea! Mine were addressed to Nunya Biznas. I mean...

I tend to agree. However, I have met a few people who have an excellent vocabulary and when they skillfully pepper in a few swears it can be WONDERFUL.

Am I the only person who finds New Ronald McDonald WAY scarier than Old Ronald McDonald?

This is the New Coke of clown costumes.

THIS. Is exactly what I thought.

A little off topic but I think it is freaking awesome that your mom is an aircraft mechanic. That rocks.

Show some respect for pancake jesus. He fried for our sins.

To be fair the stipulation that only black women "tend to her" might have been an effort on her part to use her bargaining power to get women of color employed for a service they might otherwise be passed over for. Which, most of us would agree, is a great thing.

I wish I was financially strapped like her, I'd hire a maid.

Maybe they created this whole story shoddily on purpose because they knew a fake cheating scandal was more scandalous than a real cheating scandal. INCEPTION.

We say "like a pretzel" or "criss cross apple sauce" now.

"Still young career"?

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