...Woody Harrelson.

Maybe not the week for humor. Apologies for overreacting.

...Which would come as a surprise to the man I’ve been married to for twenty years.

Han Solo made me into the woman I am today. He is then, now and forevermore my personal apotheosis of male sexual attractiveness.

And Michelle’s gonna run and win in 2024, and serve eight years... so there are going to be Obama grandbabies in the OO. I choose to pin my hopes on this.

This is actually super plausible.

Very possibly, but the drooping fake eyelashes don’t help the impression.

...and that’s actually worse.

I like to think of myself as a fairly kind and empathetic person, yet my hate for Jared Leto is irrational and all-consuming and I feel no qualms about it. At all.

They didn’t just get this wrong, they fell out of the top of the tree of Wrongness and hit every damn branch and twig on the way down.

For some reason these two really sound like the kind of sociopathic monsters who would quickly escalate to murder their victims in order to get away with their crimes ...shades of that Canadian rapist/serial killer couple that I can’t recall the names of and I won’t Google because I want to be able to sleep tonight

...In the picture? They are both still alive. In prison, but alive.

I swear to Christ, Facebook is eighty percent of what is wrong with this country right now. Getting that shit out of my head and out of my life did a world of good for my mental state.

My best friend is divorcing her husband of 17 years. He’s been a firefighter/EMT with the City of Baltimore for the past eight. He’s gone from a pretty decent guy who really wanted to help people into a bitter, negative asshole who hates and distrusts everyone, including his own wife and children. I mean, those…

Well, I doubt anyone in this thread will look to you for their daycare needs any time soon, so you needn’t worry.

This person makes me profoundly exhausted.

(Full disclosure: B. Cumberbatch fan, not at all into Tom’s thing)

I’m a professional, licensed massage therapist. Every single inappropriate or handsy client I’ve ever had (I’ve not had many, but there have been a few) has been an old white man with money.

Now I’m picturing him as the human-sized pitcher full of Orange Kool-Aid. This helps. Thank you.

It’s like no one bothered to tell him that fifty percent of Black Americans earn a middle class living or above.