As soon as I saw that “snitching” was spelled “snitch’n”, I was fairly certain: fake, fake, fakeity-fake-fake-fake.

My imaginary dick is fully tumescent, that’s how terrible a person I am compared to Michael.

And raped her, allegedly.

“...and a lovely womb it is, too. How’s the view?”

As a total aside: your user name is making me ridiculously happy. (Please feel free to ignore.)

Ugh, I had a whole reply typed out, and Kinja ate it. Boo.

I should introduce you to my sister sometime. Her white father died before her birth, and his family refused to have any contact to her; she has literally never met anyone from his family. Our black mother raised her alone, in predominantly black neighborhoods, schools, and churches. My sister is very adamant about…

“Dashikinomics”

And with a good surgeon and enough funds, it can be yours!

Ugh. This is so spot on, I feel a spate of heaving coming on. So, thanks?

You said it. I am not about to repeat my campaign drinking game experiences. A liver can only take so much.

All the “faggot”, “queer”, and other homophobic remarks in response to this story are WAY OUT OF LINE. I have flagged as I’ve come across that unadulterated garbage. What the hell? How does anyone’s demonstrated dickbaggery make homophobic insults acceptable?

Yeah, I remember when that film came out. Bo Derek sporting cornrows was suddenly a 10 and a gorgeous specimen of womanhood. Little black girl me, whose mom had *been* cornrowing her hair long before that sexist, racist piece of cinematography ever debuted, was constantly called Baldy-Waldy by every white kid in our…

Scott Adams probably has no other option *but* to fuck himself.

Seriously. Dude obviously couldn’t even sell icewater in Hell.

I was thinking thermite, but I like your suggestion.

Allegedly...

No worries. I take your tone to be one of concern for a fellow human, and I appreciate it.

I have not ended a day sober since the last presidential election. My liver hates me, but I manage a good 4 to 5 hours of sleep per night.

I am wondering so much about that choice of pseudonym. I’ve only ever heard or seen that name before in Toni Morrison’s ‘The Bluest Eye’. Pecola Breedlove is one of the main characters in the story—an 11-year-old girl who is considered ugly and unlovable because of her dark skin (including by herself), abused by her…