As the Despair demotivational poster says, “It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others.”

I verbally smacked a coworker last week who called biology, “body geography.”

I have not heard this one, but it makes me want to give that idiot a tapeworm AND a pill camera.

If I made an alarm clock that required aim in order to shut it off...I would likely hit bloodrage within 10 seconds of being jarred awake, then have to get up to turn off the alarm and repair the hole in my wall. ^_^’

I went to Europe (including London and Paris) last spring and was perceived as Canadian by just about everyone. I limited my clothes to a capsule wardrobe of black/white/grey/olive with jeggings because skinny jeans are still fashionable. No sneakers or graphic tees, although I did wear chunky hiking boots. In terms…

THIS. I remember watching boys harass each other, eat glue, chant Ice Ice Baby, and any number of things that I recognized were stupid.

I make grilled cheese with a slice of cheddar and a nice smear of goat cheese. Soooo goood....

I just donated all of my Christmas money (which I did not even want—because I wanted them to actually try to think of a GIFT) to the ACLU in my Republican, pro-Trump parents’ honor. I am patiently waiting for the fallout.

Ahhh Mississippi...glad to know you are still stupid and hate women.

I am certain that there would be a lot of christian conservative white male whining as the rest of America sleeps peacefully and goes about their business without fear of the entire country imploding in upon itself.

I pity that poor woman. She was probably hoping to be free when she got too old for his tastes, but now she is effectively trapped because Trump will refuse to become the first presidential divorcee during his term.

I am in this same boat. If Fuckface von Clownstick and his gaggle of idiots can do this, why the hell can’t I?

“Hoarders” was a trigger for me a couple years ago. I was livid after a couple episodes, walked downstairs, then stood in my cluttered living room that I never “lived in.” Something snapped, and I have been purging for over two years now. Furniture, clothing, misc. crap, formerly sentimental objects, crappy paintings,…

I had an ex who had the gall to steal my pack of pills. I thought I missplaced them, grabbed another pack, and continued my pills.
...Later, I found the pills in HIS dorm room in his desk. He admitted that he swiped them because he was hoping I would get pregnant because he was worried that he was losing me.

I fled from the deep South when Mississippi made vibrators illegal...because heavens knows that Mississippi’s biggest problem are dildos that actually perform for a woman’s benefit.

Ironically, the best pair of mittens I ever found were left in a hospital parking lot after I dragged an ex-bf in for an emergency after-hours. Lovely leather, thinsulate-lined mittens--they serve me better/longer than that ex ever did.

I just did this last week. I am decluttering like crazy, and I stumbled upon a gorgeous lace coat--$150 price tag still attached--that I bought years ago. I accepted that I would never wear it, so I eBayed it off to someone who may.

I saw this painting last year--and there was quite the crowd for it. However, everyone was moving in a relatively civil fashion, and leaving once they got their photos. It took me 5 minutes--tops--to get my photos and required selfie. :-)

When I was in Rome last year, I got into a minor fuss with a Republican man from Texas. In one of the chapels, men AND women shared a line to a bathroom—a larger washroom with two stalls with female placards and one stall with a male placard. I gave no craps, as we were ALL in the same line together, and stalling for…