I think it depends on the dog(s). For my corgi-jack russell mix, he will shamelessly throw himself at any young to middle-aged woman who crosses his path. Loud crying, squirming on his back, talking, wetting himself with joy—he does it all for ONLY women. (Meanwhile, my Pomeranian will glare at him as if to…

I fostered a chihuahua/min pin mix for a year or so that came from a hoarder’s house. He was my first experience with a hoarding-situation rescue, so he had some straaaaange habits to work through. Thankfully, I was able to warm him up to walking with other dogs well because I would walk all four of them—and he had…

My rescue dog was also leash-reactive. Someone would allow their dog to run amok without a leach, and I would have to grab mine and hold his 40lbs of squirming rage above the other dog—which was usually jumping on me—as the owner says, “It’s fine! Mine is friendly!!”

“He complained to his staff that the nine-day tour through the Middle East and Europe was too long and fatiguing.”

Mission accomplished. Gory enough to pique my interest, but with enough strange holes to get my trypophobia going. ^_^

If we are not people, then there certainly cannot be a problem with taking a shit on his car/front porch/etc.?

This. I have never been so happy to be so far away from my home state of Mississippi. I am especially happy that I am not in school in Mississippi anymore.

I would have appreciated a security guard or two at my high school back in Mississippi. Violence was a pretty common occurrence. Heck, one day, a parent came by with a gun so that he could shoot some kid who was fighting with his own kid. It was the hero principal who pushed through the crowd and tackled the…

I briefly dated a chiropractor. In short, he thought he was a real doctor, he involved in that damn mangosteen juice pyramid scheme (...and got pissed when I came back from the Asian market with some real mangosteen), and he had the thinnest skin I had ever encountered.
....he was also a fan of the “jackhammer…

Controllers are also joking that we will be forced to start broadcasting advertisements with the hourly ATIS broadcast and other transmissions.

I am now thinking that if Trumpers were on the Titanic, and finally realized the boat was sinking, they would be throwing the women and children off the life rafts...

I volunteer to stand in the background with a bluetooth speaker in order to provide the proper music for either scenario.

Second date.

I just find it morbidly amusing in that he will solve this paradox and turn North America into a smoldering crater.

I figured that if I met an awesome guy, only to find that he voted for 45, I would not go any further because it would be a sign of everything incompatible looming underneath the surface...

Yup, my Granny flicked a cigarette butt on the ground without a thought. I picked it up, put it out, and threw it in a butt can—then both her and my Dad started making fun of me for, “some saving the planet thing.”

Don’t forget “Cheeto Voldemort,” “Trumplestiltskin,” “TrumpleThinSkin,” and the every elegant and simple, “45.”

The outside world doesn’t see Americans as this split thing of people who voted for Trump and those who didn’t. They see us as one nation who elected this asshole (and there is no better term for him) into office.

My Granny pulled the, “I am taking my frustrations out on you because I was raised not to say these things to men.”

I am also certain that any world leader who finds themselves scheduled to meet with 45 trains in how to avoid his douchepower-grabby-handshake. They get someone to imitate that terrible “handshake,” then train until they can withstand and counter it.