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First, an incapciated person can’t give consent. Second, even if your argument is true, she is a CHILD and cannot consent. Third, it’s no one’s fault but the rapists. And fourth—why do you keep going on about mom, but not dad? Where the hell was dad? (extra bonus answer since you didn’t bother to read any of the

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I keep expectating this to break into the (appropriate) opening riff of “Cult of Personality.”

The USWNT already has Megan Rapinoe to provide strong leadership, but I guess Hope Solo could create a good cop/bad cop situation. After all, it usually takes more than one officer to get Hope Solo in cuffs.

It’s funny how stigmatized gay couples used to be compared to now (for the most part). My four-year-old asked me about it and I said, “sometimes boys like boys and sometimes girls like girls.” Then she carried on with her perfectly normal mind-not-blown day.

My grandma (born in the 1920s) was telling us a story once about her Aunty Nell. It was thinking winded story and she started talking about Aunty Nell’s “friend” who was a spinster as well and shared a bed with her and was also called Aunty, even though she wasn’t really an Aunt. The rest of us just stared at each

Radical idea; we just give all kids free meals. All of them. Then it no longer matters.

I am a huge advocate of universal free breakfast and lunches for children. If kids are fed, they’ll do better in school. If they do better in school, their abilities to contribute to society as adults increases.

Believing in shared values between rights activists and authoritarians is idiocy.”

Dr. Wen wrote:

In middle school my friend’s aunt took the two of us to a concert. My parents dropped me off at her house and another woman was there — introduced by name, no “roommate” or “girlfriend” or “friend” or whatever. Didn’t take me long to realize that she also lived there and that it was a one-bedroom.

I had the opposite! My dad’s sister came to visit once with her female “friend.” I was a young gay, maybe 12, but sitting next to these two butch 50ish women with short, sensible haircuts my brain kept screaming “LESBIANS!” Dad was shocked I’d come up with such a bizarre idea.

I have a second uncle (uncle once removed??? I can’t leep this shit straight) who has been with his partner for like 30 years now, but while one of their parents was still alive, they always told everyone they were roommates. Everyone KNEW of course, but it wasn’t something you could say out loud in front of grandpa.

My grandmother had two good friends she used to drink with at the local bar. The two men lived together and, according to her, chose to live in the same house because it was too expensive for two bachelors to have their own house.

My parents didn’t contradict her, at least directly. We did, however, join her two

Same! When I was 12, I was introduced to my Uncle’s “roommate” at a family reunion. 12 year old me thinks: “ I think Uncle Bri’s roommate is gay...hmm...ohhhh wait a minute!”

CTRL-F “frisbee dogs”

3,854,833. Splinter in tongue from using wooden spoon to eat chocolate malt. 

It’s France – they’ve just got back from lunch!

Oh my lord what a lot of blah blah blah. Just say you’re an incel. Much shorter.

Best part of this whole gator saga was that they initially brought in this dipshit named Alligator Bob who spent a week not being able to catch an Alligator, and the first dude they bring up from Florida catches it in like 20 minutes.

Dude........