For real. That’s a car. Or a down payment on a place to live.

Neither can Beyonce, and they still cast her as Etta James instead of Mary J in Cadillac Records, which would have made MUCH more sense.

And, correct me if I’m wrong - Winston wasn’t a scientist, I thought? They just hired him?

Ugh, WHY do people continue to use this pose? It’s the worst. It doesn’t make you look cute or intelligent - it does the opposite, in fact. STAHP.

You’re probably not wrong. But then again, I’m pretty sure not killing is one of the commandments, but I’m just a woman, so wtf do I know?

I have enormous sympathy for the OH MY GOD I’M DYING WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING cries of a small child during takeoff and landing (or even in the pressurized flying cabin). That shit hurts. However, once on an overnight flight to the UK, a 3 year old was bored because everyone was asleep and started yelling because…

We have mandatory minimums of TWENTY FUCKING YEARS for having a substance that will arguably only harm the user, but this fucking evil shitbag gets out of prison after 5 years. Seems totally legit. Nothing wrong with our justice system, nothing to see here.

I was coming here to post something similar. Did the LAPD cross-check how many finals were due to happen today against the threat?

Preach, sister. That is a big part of what’s holding me up, too. (Also how frigging much kids cost these days.)

This reminds me of the debate that arose when Mickey Mantle was given a liver transplant off the list despite decades of alcoholism. It’s hard to say who deserves something, but that never sat right with me. And as angry as this disgusting example of the idea that someone could buy an organ off the less fortunate…

I live in New York City - what is this “retirement” you speak of? Never heard of it in these parts.

I love the shit out of that movie, despite having to watch Paul Williams have sexytimes. The music in Phantom is fantastic, too. It just doesn’t lend itself as well to raucous midnight showings.

Amen, sister. Same. Thankfully I wised up and cut ties before it got too bad. He later admitted he knew what was up, he just liked toying with me. Haven’t spoken to him since, he doesn’t get why.

Absolutely agree. Once or twice you can give a person the benefit of the doubt, but this many times it’s time to break out the clue bat.

THIS THIS THIS.

Something I will never understand: “This person is upsetting and humiliating me, but I don’t want to give it back to them.” I find that it’s an excellent deterrent for being bothered. “What the hell is your problem?!” goes a long way in my experience.

See, I thought she loved the way you lie

I kinda wondered the same thing. Either way, it’s horrible.

Morning is a Long Time Coming is the sequel - and it was really excellent.

Two words: passed desserts. As in, appetizer size portions of amazing desserts passed out by staff after a huge meal. It was genius, and there was zero cake bullshit.