That’s fair. When just existing in someone’s presence pushes their insecurity buttons, and they are too ill behaved to respect boundaries and lack self restraint, time to slam the fist full down on that button and give them something to mull over.

It’s the equivocation game. If someone is perceived to suffer more than others, then all the others’ suffering is negated. The ones who have the perceived lesser problem should also be boldly educated (from the one at the superior vantage point who obviously knows better) that their pain universally doesn’t count and…

There’s some republicans that would love to help you achieve that goal. :/

I’ve had my roommate put my cat on the cordless landline phone when I had to be away for a few days. I’d singsong all her familiar but extensive nicknames and nonsense love songs. She’d perk up, snatch the phone from my roommate, hug it and rub her face on it.

That made me recollect one of the many wise witty folksy saying of family man/ America’s Dad, Bill Cosby in regards to his child,

this is getting off topic but it fits in terms of petty stupid incompetent people on controlling power issues (on the internet, no matter how random a metaphor or situation, somewhere it applies) : I was a vegetarian, and was working in a Chicago preschool daycare community center out of college. During breakfast and…

For more background on the judge and her husband, former Oakland County DA: http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-watch…

The whipped butter/cream mishap DOES sound like a tasty mistake.

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I know I just contradicted myself with the anti-prank sentiment and the wish for an awful end for Ramez. I just saw the video and I hate his absolute joy in and amplification of her distress. It’s the visceral reaction.

This bear would be the only one who could lure me back to ever setting a foot into swimming pools. We’d play marcopolo.

I hope Ramez has to experience a terrifying life flashing five minutes that seems like an eternity before his sudden and traumatic death. I know a bigger person should have empathy for those who are born without it—like a birth defect....but fuck it.

Not cool, not funny—I don’t care who is on the receiving end of it. I hate prank shows.

She really does look like their kid. Actually in all the photos (compare the elderly her with her sisters) she looks like she is mixed race (even if more white than black, but still some black). I’m glad she was raised by a loving family.

And he knows his best photogenic angle!

Pools are foul. I swore off them for good at my old apartment when strange families would sneak into ours late night with their litter of fucking DIAPERLESS infants and toddlers . What the fuck are you doing with your BABY at midnight??!! I remember neighbors with ear infections from swimming there. It’s a shame…

For some reason I imagine the caramel lady as the same character from The Oatmeal— a woman who came into a movie theater with a bucket of seafood chowder which she slurrruped and talked back to the screen. http://theoatmeal.com/story/water_bu…

My kitty is the same. Hunchy wild wiskery ragdoll. Sometimes I call her boo-bear or the bean, but her spirit animal is the binturong . https://www.google.com/search?q=bintu… I imagine a story where she gets lost and a colony of binturongs take her in, make her an honorary member, and they eat melon for the rest of…

awwwh, what an adorable demon fangy foo-bear

Good for the three of you! Well, I mean four of you. I once did some freelance work for a couple who revealed in an interbicker (my word) in front of me that the wife had to give up her cat when they first moved in together because she “purred too loud”....I did a long slow burn and wanted to tell them off sooo bad.…