For 40 large a day im pooping wherever I want.
The guests know what they’re getting into. They clearly want an authentic experience. I bet they’d be pissed off if they didn’t have to use an old-timey outhouse.
That is a really good idea. I mean, the porn actors know how to do it “right” for the camera.
He’s come a long way since The Idiots (Idioterne). That film didn’t cgi any of the actors and the sex scene is quite unexpected given the story.
My mom took me to that one insisting, that Von Trier was a great director. All went fine, until the orgy/role play scene...
OZONE! Yes, this is a thing, and yes, I could totally smell it when I was pregnant. I could smell EVERYTHING, which meant we had to switch everything in the world to “unscented” because I couldn’t deal with any of it. Nor coffee, my one true love. I could drink it okay, but the smell was trying to kill me.
I can, and I’m also really sensitive to the sound of electricity. Like if your turn off just the cable box and not the television but the television looks like it’s off, I can hear a high-pitched electrical sound. My husband didn’t believe me about this when we first met, and had me do several blind runs with the TV…
Apparently we’ve moved out of the age of personal responsibility. People aren’t responsible for choosing to drink too much, the ones serving them are. They’re not responsible for eating too much unhealthy food, the manufacturers/retailers are. etc etc
And this is why women (like me) feel trapped. I’m sorry. I hope you’re in a better place, aka away from that fuckface.
I can tell you need distractions.
He’s the victim when he rapes somebody, too. It’s amazing how that works.
After this POS and the hypnotist lawyer we need a cat with a crown.
At least he went to jail, the police did not even wanted to write my statement because I could ruin my ex husband’s life.
White America- Where a woman who drinks is asking to get raped but a man who drinks is the victim when he tries to kill someone.
FOUR FUCKING YEARS??? FOR BEATING A WOMAN TO DEATH?
I have so many questions... How can he claim that the casino “should have known” anything about his or his girlfriend’s past behavior outside of the casino? Was he served all 15 drinks by the same bartender? If not, how was the casino staff to know how many drinks he had been served?
I hate it when casinos and girlfriends ruin men’s lives like that.
Dang, there should be a mandatory “good dog” story between posts as a palate cleanser.
I’ve dated guys Dwayne’s size, and I’m quite petite. You’d think it’d feel like that but it doesn’t. It’s more like being surrounded by a cozy man-cage.