Trust me... as someone with public toilet phobia and crippling IBS, I am a million times more horrified if I ‘have to go’ than any mildly offended passer by.

Ha, I sure can relate to this!

Here’s another one; it’s hilarious and geared towards a 12-year old but it’s incredibly informative (basically, it’s about poop throughout history - can you believe people used to sit in a room and crap together after a meal?):Poop Happened

I’m kinda thinking ‘Breaking Liz,’ where Elizabeth uses her guest house to cook HIV medication.

I’ve refused to get into it with him. Today is the second anniversary of the day I made the decision to medically abort a very much wanted pregnancy. I’m in no mood for his level of batshittery.

Well glad I already donated to Planned Parenthood today.

If I was rich, fancy person I would have some Italian pizza makers locked in my kitchen...and there better be a cannoli for dessert.

Whereas, I think being poor made me unable to handle my finances because I didn’t know what it was like to have money. Even now, there are things I simply don’t understand or consider because they weren’t a part of my life growing up at all.

I’m speechless and in awe. And this awe comes from someone who, as a wee girl, took one of her father’s bureau drawers ... and buried it in the neighbor’s yard.

My brother in law once smugly explained to me that single cell organisms evolving into modern man was as statistically likely as a hurricane going through a junk yard and randomly assembling a fighter jet.

I would imagine that they had matching cloth straps put across the backs when they had the dresses altered to hide the bra strap, much like you can have matching straps or sleeves added to a strapless dress. So there’s likely a bra strap under there, but that strip of cloth is not the bra itself. But frankly, it’s…

Yes they did. I don't want to give too much away about myself and my area, but there is a PP nearby and they're only open a couple of days a week, for maybe 3 hours as most. It's sad.

That’s not quite what happened. It was Houston (the mayor is gay, not the governor), and city attorneys subpoenaed any sermons, speeches, or anything of that nature that talked specifically about HERO. Some pastors were using their pulpits to gather signatures for a petition to stop HERO, and city attorneys were just…

I’d even back up over him to do it again.

They make carrying bags for them.

I remarked to my girlfriend after she heard about this story that “if I ever get that kind of brain damage from anything, please, pull the plug. I don’t want to survive that.”

To which she said “if I found out you got brain damage after a night in a whorehouse, I’d gladly pull the plug.”

I had an uncomfortable conversation with a friend a week ago about this very thing, where she expressed surprise and indignation at my decision to become an immigration lawyer to help refugees. She asked me outright if I wanted to help terrorists. I was so angry at her question that I didn’t answer. Then this…

God damn, there are some evil people in the world. Holy shit, that must have made you feel like you were looking at the devil herself.

Wow, she seems like a damn piece of work. I hope a turtle bit her nose.