PricklyHeat
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There’s actually a couple of pieces to this, regarding Red Shirt Lady:

From that screenshot alone, Denita is Ashy Larry’s sister and she IS the only one checking lists-tse pretty much anywhere! Just the look on her face tells you that she knew something was up with this guy. The looks on all the other co-workers faces tells you they were confident Denita ‘got this’. God Bless Her. That’s

This is great. I gotta say she did handle it really well. I saw North Philly and expected this to be, uh... much more volatile.

OK, I know I be old and everything (I don’t have the InstantGrammar thing), and I be white, but was this ‘prank’ supposed to be funny or something? Was it a hope to start a fight? Or just make this woman feel ‘awkward’ for doing something she didn’t do?

Ah yes the ancient proverb of “Let me explain something to you”

In many countries and establishments this is often a forgotten ancient introduction to the art of catching hands.

Cool, so he has a record of punking down, so to speak. What a piece of shit.

They’re about to put their footses in his ass.

Dora Milaje School of Wish-a-Motherfucker-Would

I am dying at this article.

“Let me explain something to you” is the equivalent of your character in Street Fighter backing up before hitting a combo.

What was this dummy thinking, straight up. What were his intentions? What was he thinking the outcome was going to be? What kind of sad little man goes out of his way to make a service worker’s job harder, with a solid dash of sexual harassment? Fuck that guy. These women are awesome, and he’s lucky nothing more

When I was on maternity leave, I was reading “Where the Heart Is.” My husband decided the book was making me too depressed (thanks Oprah!), so he HID IT FROM ME before he went to work. I should have divorced him then. This was 22 years ago, and it still stands out in my memory as the first of many disrespectful things

And how much positive message should be necessary anyway? Back when I was in second grade, the teacher would offer us a choice: Neapolitan ice cream or being ass-raped by clowns. Most of the kids were smart enough to choose the ice cream, but there were always a couple who said, “I don’t know, I really don’t like

Recycling material I’ve already used on another post about this (and didn’t even think of myself): That kayaker totally got sucker-punched.

They’re a regular Romegoal and Julinet

From the sounds of it, seems like Jordan Matthews has a pretty strong tag game himself.

OMG wait wait wait. Is that Gary Earl Ross the professor/playwright from University of Buffalo?!

my wife is from buffalo, this is what thursday looked like before we had kids.

So fuck you.

Buffalo “buffalo” buffalo buffalo.

So powerbombing folding tables is some kind of plumage showing mating ritual?