Careful with that perspective, I got viciously attacked the last time I suggested that people exist outside of the US and they deserve fair access to essential art and culture.

I am crying right now because I’m laughing so hard at this. Omg, I can just imagine once the vomit started flying that it was sort of a self-perpetuating loop. Thank goodness for moms, lol!!

So it’s cool for this guy to comment on the investigation (despite not having actually seen these Weiner emails), yet he can’t comment on the ongoing Trump/Russian hacker investigation because it’s ongoing. That’s not the least bit suspicious.

I am so in love with you right now.

My tale isn’t exactly public, but at least there’s a witness. It’s a story of shame and the meaning of friendship.

I made gaspy laugh sounds reading this one, you little animal!

I get stress poops. Especially while driving. I have no issue with using public restrooms either. As long as they don’t look like the one from “Candyman” I’m fine.

When I was in grade school I used the bathroom at my friend’s house and saw a long thin white stick on the floor near the toilet. I asked her what it was and she said it was to break up her brother’s oversized shits before he flushed. I told my sister about it when it happened, and 40 years we still reference that…

I can really only comfortably poo at my own house, bathroom door locked, no talking, dogs outside guarding the door.

Amazing. Simply amazing.

Innocuous fact: My grandma kept a baggie full of drinking straws, napkins and supermarket produce bags in the glovebox of my grandpa’s Oldsmobile for kiddo soda drinking occasions and such (bag was for trash, natch).

my dad is a big jerk. my mom was taking her engineering exam thing (PE exam or something???) and it was in SF. he drove her. as it was at 8am, and traffic into SF is hellish, they had to leave very early and loaded up the kids in the back of the car, seats down, blankets and pillows piled it. it was sort of fun. so…

Oh omg this just reminded me so vividly of my own similar experience: I was in college, watching a movie with this guy I was sort of seeing. Not a lot of comfort between us, yet, is what I mean. Still in the hiding our farts phase. But I really liked him. He lived in an old house with a bunch of housemates but they…

Some of us are “some people”. Congrats on being privileged and rich enough not to have to give any fucks about society, though. That must be sweet.

It is super telling about every single one of your privileges that you brush off his dangerous racism, misogyny, ableism, Islamophobia, xenophobia, love for murderous tyrants, and ignorance with a mere “...worse for some people, but calm your little heads”. Seriously? Get stuffed.

To have deserved being in this position, I can only assume that Huma was Hitler, Pol Pot, Mrs. O’Leary’s cow, and Donald Trump in her past lives.

HASN’T HUMA ENDURED ENOUGH

It’s easy to just say, “Find a way to pay” when you aren’t the one looking at a couple thousand dollars, if not a full five figures. Additionally, that assumes that she could get a ride that far away, which also costs money. And if she had kids, she would need to find childcare. On top of that, she is pregnant, sick,…

Or when you buried the hatchet eight years ago, and Hillary worked closely with Barack as his SoS for four years and everyone became friends. Funny how things actually do change when you are not a whiney baby who holds grudges forever.