Um, maybe she was distracted because she lost her father on Friday?
Um, maybe she was distracted because she lost her father on Friday?
Dude, if I were the poor sister I would tell bride sister to absolutely take rich sister’s money. Then we could split the cash to go do something awesome just the two of us. And if we’re feeling bitchy we could plaster pics all over Facebook of our great time together. We could even tag mean sister like, “Without Mary…
This is good. More families should sue each other and clog up the courts with their intra-family squabbles. Stay classy!
Oklahoma was literally founded on the idea that you should be able to just take things away from Native Americans if you want it bad enough so I am not surprised.
Few classes of people in this world are as batshittedly convinced of their own influence and importance than college newspapers nerds and jesus fuck I miss that world so goddamn much I’m 32 and my DEEP AND IMPORTANT COLLEGE NEWSPAPER EXPERIENCE made me a legal editor in a hidden kingdom of batshit crazy conservative…
Does he literally think that people collect all those straws, put them into school buses, and dump them in the ocean? Does he believe children have to walk to school now because we prioritize our buses for storing plastic straws that will be dumped into the ocean?
Oh, so that's why he walks this way.
I think it’s beautiful that you washed his body. I feel as though we, in the 21st century, don’t have nearly the rituals that honor the dead anymore.
They are professional mortifiers!
Pretty sure that was my expression when I saw Cats as a child. It was my first realization that Joe Public has shit taste.
omg can we
Noted.
Just wanted to go on record and tell you all that In Her Shoes is one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time.
But Parker himself didn’t say stop so, by his own logic, not only should the journalist kept going, he should have invited two other journalists into the room to keep asking the same question.
I feel the same. Every night 2-4 of our kitties will sleep on me. When I’m buried, I want the ashes of our kitties (that have passed) in their spots on my lap, or with my arm around them. I want to be like one of those Pharaohs (though I won’t entomb any living ones with me, just all those that have gone before). But…
The attendant question being, of course, “are we fucked?”
I look forward to a future in which fruit trees in the US are pollinated by human workers, and an apple costs $600.