dartmouth1704
PhlegmFatale
dartmouth1704

I audible gasped not once, but twice, when I read your comment. Pretty much sucked all the air out of the room and into my lungs. “Colored”? “YOU PEOPLE”?!? How is it possible for someone to plead this kind of next-level ignorance?

Sick birn.

That’s EXACTLY what I thought when I saw his picture. “Somebody. Please punch that face.”

I made the mistake of reading a few of the comments to the article posted on Yahoo. The first 20 or so almost exclusively expressed outrage and disgust—at the GoFundMe campaign. I hate people sometimes.

What you did there? I see it.

I cry at work all the time! It’s a good thing I work from home...

I’m an atheist, and yet I felt my mom’s presence for the longest time after she passed. I wasn’t planning to buy my shore house right after she died—I wasn’t planning anything at that point, really. But the perfect house at the perfect price presented itself out of nowhere, just 6 months after she died. I was so

Oh, that sucks. My mom was my best friend, but HER mom (my maternal grammy) loathed my mom (and by extension, the rest of us). Even when she was 84 years old, suffering from Alzheimer’s, the pain and hurt Mom felt over her mother’s treatment was as clear to her as if it had happened the day before. I’m glad you had a

Oh, I love that idea!

My mom passed in 2009, and a year later, I moved to the seaside resort we visited every year. I bought a bench on the boardwalk, right across the street from the hotel we stayed in, with a memorial plaque that reads “Mom’s Bench.” I like to think that any mom who sees the bench thinks it’s for her, and sits down to

YES. When somebody pulls a fast one on me, I always say “YOU SNEAKY MOM!” And then I laugh and laugh. But I laugh alone, b/c nobody gets the reference. People suck.

Yeah. I’m from NJ (way down south, where it’s really pretty) and at this point, toecheese is way, way more popular than Christie.

I guess we’ll be going to Hell in a handbasket built for two.

I hate myself for laughing at this.

TJ Maxx, Marshall’s, and Ross are all having their moment in the sun. The prices are a lot cheaper than dept. stores, you can find some amazing bargains on designer clothes, and you can score 3.99 jars of dijon mustard with dill. When I need a retail therapy session, I go to one of them or to a local thrift store. I

I recently saw Raiders with a live accompaniment by the Philly orchestra. Hearing that score played live was overwhelming. At the end (which is the first time the March is played all the way through), I wanted to leap up and do something mighty. All I managed to do was buy some Tastykakes for a homeless guy but dang,

I had forgotten how mean-spirited and hateful ToD was until I recently rewatched it. Dang. Spielberg must have had shit going on when he was filming it. He managed to redeem himself with Crusade and then flushed it down the shitter again with Crystal Skull.

I’m using this a lot more than I want to these days.

Thank you. It’s my superhero name. My power? The ability to expectorate corrosive loogies with pinpoint accuracy. My costume? It’s better left undescribed.