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As far as I know, there’s actually relatively few, they are on a state by state basis, and most concern shielding minors. Some states I know have privacy laws that are meant to protect the identities of sexual violence survivors. I don’t think New York has one. Someone with more knowledge wanna help me out here,

Everything, the crime and assault, the deli employee’s actions, and NBC’s ghastly intrusion on the family, about this article is horrific.

(and before people jump on freedom of press, that has to be balanced by basic decency and humanity; the facts of the case could have been reported without imposing on the family at

Because then it wouldn’t be about her and her brave stand for tribal cultures!

Together they would make the most sleep-inducing gay porn ever.

Anyone who is not charmed and delighted by Kate McKinnon is a terrible human being. There I said it.

And Astro!

Im goanna say it outright: I’m terrified.

No, bless YOU for giving me the opportunity to use that meme!

For that I would have to get married, or at least obtain a significant other. Both of which would require me getting off the couch, where netflix currently keeps me in thrall. A good idea, but not feasible for us pathetic single folks whose viewing addiction prevent the sort of social relationships that would lead to

At least three people at said party. Behold the depths to which man has fallen, and despair.

I don’t understand the appeal either. At a Halloween party this year, 8 guys showed up dressed as minions. Unplanned/uncoordinated. What the actual hell.

Ahh, parental hair comments. I started losing my hair when I was 22, and the stress of grad school accelerated it. When I came home for the holidays after my first semester away, my dad’s first comment when he picked me up at the airport was the loud (as in all of baggage claim heard it) exclamation of, “WOW, you

The meanest thing my parents ever said about my looks was to tell me I was such a handsome boy, a well-meaning lie that the world quickly dashed. My self-esteem would have been better served with an honest “You’re not much to look at, but you darn it, people like you.”

Did we know he could dance like that?!

How could you let a keeper like that get away?!

This was pretty much the best thing ever.

I would watch that!

But does it have to involve a book in which Hemingway is a dick to his wife, comments on F. Scott Fitzgerald’s lack of endowment, and in which Gertrude Stein mocks homosexuals? Why Paris, WHY?!

THIS. As frustrating and unbelievable as this man is, it’s downright terrifying that a substantial number of people in the electorate actually support him.