Hey, at least he is someone who was “taught humility” by the protest, and changed his mind. That’s rather remarkable to me.

I understand how aborting fetuses with Down Syndrome is controversial to some but how can anyone feel good about forcing a woman to have a child with special needs she doesn’t feel capable of caring for? Poland better be giving these women TONS of support but my guess is they don’t care once the child is born.

Occasionally!

Frats seem to exacerbate the toxic misogyny that their parents instilled though; it’s an extension of the same poor socialization process. These boys are still developing, and they’re self-selecting for institutions that promote rape culture. It’s a factor.

I don’t give a fuck about the boys. I give a fuck that they keep raping women who go to the parties. Get rid of them.

No. Just raise better boys. Good kids who grow up with the proper understanding of what respect is do not turn into rapists because they joined some social club.

Get rid of fraternities. Period.

Someone started a rumor on Snapchat yesterday that clowns were coming to the school where I work. The kids came in at the beginning of the day scared about it. Then, during lunch, the damn fire alarm went off because someone left their food in the microwave too long. The kids all fucking panicked, several kids had…

I swear I saw him under the sidewalk peering out through the sewer grate.

I wish this wasn’t buried in comments! It stands alone as a nightmare of epic proportions. SHOULD I ALWAYS WORRY THERE IS A FETID SHIT IN THE SOAP DISPENSER?!

I’m not that squeamish. Especially when the story is obviously fake.

Oh man, I have never laughed so hard as I laughed at the Amazon reviews for sugar-free gummi bears. Oh, the explosive shit spin-art tales they told!

Apparently, if this happens to you, the correct answer is mineral oil.

Aw your poor mom. Before I got put in a ton of meds there were days I wouldnt venture out because of my tummy. I was the type who will drive home if it’s within an hour to poop if it’s possible. Now that I’m disabled I had to learn to get over myself since I can’t sit up for extended periods. One of the best perks of…

I feel different, somehow, than from who I was before reading this. I suspect there’s no going back.

How in the world?! I’m sure it’s not something controllable, and nothing against anyone that it has happened to, when it comes to that stuff we are all at the mercy of our bodies. I’m disabled and am well aware just how much our bodies can fuck us over and then leave us hanging.

I don’t wanted to be disrespectful of the dead but one time I happened to glance at the feet of the woman in the stall next to me (it was shoe thang. I just can’t help myself) Anyway these feet were in flip flops. They were crusted with spray on tanner, the nails were so long they curled over onto the floor and they…

At summer camp when I was 7 or so, I saw a pile of pea-green turds on the floor right next to the toilet. They were there for at least three days.