They all remind me of SiSi’s Russian model roommate from New Girl. Bored, hungry and feeling stupid as hell trying to look like they’re having fun dancing in their underpanties in front of thousands of total strangers.

Agree. The high priestess of basic.

I respectfully challenge you. She doesn’t eat other aspiring divas, because she doesn’t know them. She’s Mariah, you see.

A GALLON of expensive Rose. After every meal of salmon and capers.

That was my exact thought. “Culturally” he’s “considered” privileged etc. etc. How about “factually” or “in reality” he IS all of those things. I mean, what does he think he is? I really don’t get why people think he’s God’s gift to acting. He’s good, but, you know, so the hell what?

I am Canadian and I donated!

I donated and I’m Canadian! I hope he wins!

Gavin Newsom is my pick.

Gavin Newsom?

Yup. I’ve been having trouble leaving the house and my stomach has been churning for the last week. I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night and I’m so tense I haven’t unclenched my teeth in days. I’ve done as much as I can today: gotten a PAID subscription to the NYT, donated to the SPLC, and then wrote a…

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#rideordie

Respectfully, I don’t think Tarp Nap Dude is napping. I think he’s lying there till the spins slow down and he can finally stand back up.

SERIOUSLY, Kentuckyhome. Get after it. I’ll see you 2017. : )

HOLY HELL. I’ve had run-ins with people who I just don’t like for whatever reason, and they generally turn out to be horrible assholes, but nothing like this!! You’ve got good instincts!

That is a classic example of escalating behavior. Glad you’re ok!

City girl here. The idea of not locking doors does not make sense to me either. I’m in the house alone, it’s broad daylight, doors and windows are all locked. Having said that, I have left my keys in the lock so many times it’s not funny. I have a fairly burly husband, though, so I will force him to protect me when/if…

I force my husband to lock the door behind him every morning bc of these dumb stories and also because I am a giant chicken.

Me too. That truck story makes me scared just thinking about the broad strokes. It reinforced my desire never to live in the country or at least somewhere where my neighbours are close by.

No. Nah. Nyet. I would die.