Clearly.

That’s how we felt when Brexit happened. It hurts to realise that the country you thought you lived in doesn’t really exist outside the bubble. I mean, it’s like a stab to the gut that goes on for months... I still feel completely disgusted by England. I mean, I love it, but it also disgusts me now.

As I’m comforting my Muslim spouse as she sobs about what this means for her, I don’t have time for nausea. I just want her to be okay. I want to live in a place where an interfaith lesbian couple with disabilities aren’t seen as the enemy. I’m tired of our lives hanging in the balance every goddamn election because…

Ha ha. Lately I’ve been writing a bunch of horror stories in which unusually large (but not impossibly large) centipedes play a major role. I don’t know how well the ideas are going to come together, but I do know I’ve never creeped myself out nearly as badly as I have thinking about alien centipedes that are big,…

Why would you be scared of a three foot boa? It’s not venomous.

Superstitious me cringes at the idea of plonking 25,000 units of housing on the site of a jail. Decades of impotent rage, violence, fear and injustice has soaked into that land. Call me ridiculous, but I firmly believe that history will color the lives of the people who will be the new residents. A large luxury and…

President Trump will first show his justice to the Communists. Relax. You aren’t a Communist. Are you?

I have many criticisms of W, but dude did have pretty fast reflexes.

The last time I saw a fat flightless bird move that poorly another penguin was fucking his wife.

It’s fine, the Browns have no attack whatsoever.

I can’t believe the other penguins just stand around doing virtually nothing. I guess a few of them got their phones out and started filming, but that doesn’t really do anything about the immediate problem. It’s really sad, a sign that our society is going down the drain.

One bled over the cuckold’s nest

That seems super dangerous. Concrete gets hot as it cures.

I lost my first husband when I was 32. Numb slog is a perfect description. I cried hysterically the first day, after they took his body away, then I just shifted into going through the motions. It was about a year before I got back to mostly functioning. Three years before I didn’t tear up when I thought about him.

Same. My mom’s neighbor called last week basically to say, “all she wants to do is lay in bed and eat doritos.” and I’m like, “okay, so I will bring her more doritos. It’s fine.”

I’m going through this right now. I just lost my dad, and Oswalt’s words on his loss have been helpful, in a “Right. This is how it’s supposed to be.” way. It sucks. It all sucks and will suck for the foreseeable future.

Bless him for telling the truth. The euphemisms around death are are not helpful. They’re insipid.

I read that and I have an hour left at work. I want to burn a whole vacation day to just go home now.

If guys don’t want to rape, they shouldn’t drink.

No doubt the penalty would be the same if they played football.