Just because you don't get paid a fair wage where you work doesn't mean other people don't deserve a fair wage.
You should be wanting the place you work to pay you more, not McDonalds to pay their employees less.

Yeah, how exactly would a corporation be 'born'?

I hope those are tears of compassion that Ronald is crying.

All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State…

A domestic dishwasher in 1933 must have seemed really fucking futuristic. My grandparents got their first dishwasher in the early 60's and the entire family gathered around it and took a picture with it.

Of the obituary section.

Why couldn't he just take a picture with each day's newspaper, like the serial killer stalker abductor that he is?

Fedora industry pillar Matt Drudge.

You're like a modern-day Frodo, Erin. No one knows it's really you who has the One Ring. No one believes you can make it to Mount Doom and live to tell the tale. But here you are, Erin, at Mount Doom, and you're telling your story, and goddammit, you're going to push Madonna into the fires of Mount Doom and ride away…

ha ha my thoughts exactly. Except then I couldn't think of a replacement analogy 😟

Looking for Cowboys!

Bite your tongue. Blanche Devereaux would rock this;Lena Dunham would fail to have it hemmed and look like a little girl wearing a curtain.

Right? The middle one especially looks like something from my nightmares.

Bitch, stole my look!

This is the perfect lawn jockey-look I've been hunting for to replace the broken garden gnome.

Special shout out to Dookie, her gateway corgi

I really feel like these two are really capturing the look of Big Birds classy relatives from upstate.

There are days when I realize I haven't spoken out loud. Sometimes I do break the silence by yelling weird things out loud because I worry that if I don't say something, I'll just never do it again.

Sometimes when I'm alone in my car listening to NPR, I will repeat the stories in an accent. Especially if the reporter HAS that accent, because then I can perfect it. But also just randomly, I'll just repeat after the host, reciting the story using a British, Scotish, Australian, Indian, French, Russian, or some…