plus he was disqualified after the hatch act snafu

dear god what have i done

take notes from pride and frat guys. tanks tops and chubbies, yo. let it all hang out (this is an expression and not at all actually what i am endorsing here.)

bought a kiddie pool today for my balcony. filling it up and laying out for all the world to see this weekend. sky’s out, thighs out.

I’ve heard both far more in Michigan than I ever did growing up in a small, rural county pretty far from the I-65 corridor. I don’t think the state is perfect at all, but it’s pretty disingenuous to say that it’s the most or one of the most racist states. There’s a lot of snobbery and self-loading when it comes to…

You clearly don't know it that well. Maybe leave Shelby County once in a while.

I completely disagree. I’ve met far more unrelenting racists in the upper Midwest than any other place I have live, particularly among the younger generations. Also, I’d like to know how exactly you’re choosing to quantify what constitutes a racist state.

John Hughes movies = white Chicagoland

you couldn’t pay me enough to go to lolla

hahaha I just left you a comment that says basically this.

People see “IL” and think “I love Chicago!” Nevermind that that state is basically indistinguishable from Missouri and Iowa all the way up 55 until the ‘burbs start.

excited to see her double down on the racism when she gets back to ole illy.

I mean, I could send you a pretty extensive list. Please tell me more about my state.

Alabaman here. Don’t buy our 80-y/o grandmas’ apologies. At this point, our state’s racism is basically indistinguishable from Illinoisans’

omg. I had Molly, but also the best clothes from everybody else’s books. And my grandma duped that blue Felicity dress in my size for one of my unfortunate piano recitals.

yeah, i wouldn’t go to a fantasy suite with this guy, much less a war room.

lololol you bought your swimsuits at target or jc penney and accepted they were made to be torn to shreds.

I had one that—for a small window of time—was pretty much the same size and coloring as my brother. I’d leave it around the house (hanging off a couch, on the kitchen counter, etc) and later my mom would start screaming and run to it. Fun times.

I think that’s the only thing to do!

the whole thing is so different from when i was a kid, though.