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This. His response singles out those students who are the direct subjects of the threat and then paints their reaction to a threat in the negative. Then he points to the university’s failure to validate the threat or cancel classes — completely missing the point that the threats were made in response to students’

Yo, conservative judges of America: Before you all start thinking this is a good idea, you better line up a whole bunch of new foster homes, because America is short on foster parents, and same-sex couples are pulling more than their statistical weight in that arena.

Citizen is moving up on my must-read list.

Trying, but we can really only incorporate a few words into English conversations, like animal names & food items. That’s what happens when you learn your language from a 4 year old. He’s a wiz at it though - I’m hoping he can keep up with the lessons when he’s in school. Your family is probably leaps ahead of us.

Our family lost our language with my granddad, but we’re trying to learn with my nephew, who takes language classes. It’s so hard to learn the pronunciations without formal lessons though!

What brand of primer do you use? I've tried a few samples from Sephora but haven't found one that I love.

Me too. I had to give it up for a while because of an injury, and read the Vanity Fair article about the sexual assault allegations during my recovery. I haven't gone back because I can't find a studio that doesn't pay this douche a license fee. Hopefully that will change soon.

Seriously, that fight scene was so well choreographed. 80s-style kick-dancing & arm swinging = pure Belinda Carlisle.

Have I told this story before, Pinkham? The one where I was serving at a restaurant that sat on a wharf, overlooking a popular surf spot? And that one time, a group of customers called me over to ask whether someone trained the seals (sea lions) to do that thing they were doing, or whether they just naturally did it?

I never had an Aussie bribe me to let him have sex on a restaurant patio, but I did work at a seaside joint in a town that hosted an international surf contest every year, and when the Aussie team came to our bar, we knew we were in for a good time.

Try whatever mascara works for you (prestige or drugstore) in brown, then top with a ginger mascara from Redhead Revolution or Just for Redheads. (I prefer RR’s mascara, but JFR’s brow pencil in ginger red is bomb.)

His kids must be in their 20s by now. Maybe he’ll un-retire and do a surprise cameo.

I use Clump Crusher and have the same complaint, but I’ll stick with it because it comes in a brown option, and Buxom is only full-on black (which looks weird on a ginger, in my opinion.)

How would they know what one looks like? Just show them a piece of calamari or hair elastic or and say that’s your hymen.

I wouldn’t have believed it either, until I wore my (underwire, molded cup, serious support) bra inside out the other day. Not stabby, but I had the worst time getting it off because the hooks were going the wrong way (put it on fine, though, half-asleep.)

I remember when I realized that Zoot is not sleeping, he’s actually totally high. I think I was about 7-8, but it was the 70s.

I have a small dent in my knee from the edge of the gear shaft connection thing in my dad’s sports car from teen sex in a church parking lot. Twins-ish?

Also, notice that primary or secondary evidence of U.S. citizenship does not include a tribal I.D. card, though my dad used to fly with his, even after Homeland Security started making us take our shoes off.

I recall back in the early 80s, a baptismal certificate was an acceptable substitute for a birth certificate, in order to get a driver’s license. I recall this because an older kid was rumored to have volunteered in the office of the Catholic church in order to start a successful fake ID business.