Please read DonnaL’s reply in the grays. You’ve revealed yourself, finally (“sexual agenda” did the trick). It took a while, good wordplay on you, but your backwards assholery has emerged. Shame on you. I hope you don’t have kids.

This comment is magic.

That’s the point, he doesn’t want to wrestle girls, girls don’t want to wrestle him, and the UIL is saying that the situation created by their rules that require him to wrestle as a girl and upsets everyone except the UIL isn’t their problem.

Yeah, he should be wrestling with the guys. Like he wants to.

Big deal. I dribble between the legs all day.

Here’s a Hot Take. Mark Cuban can get fucked with a tire iron. Just because he’s not a Trump guy doesn’t mean he’s not another piece of shit billionaire who has no issues intimidating the press to make sure his garbage basketball teams fees aren’t hurt.

People who say “it’s just sex” don’t understand the health risks of infidelity. No, it’s not just sex. You gave me AIDS, Linda. AIDS.

You accidentally drop your fork. You don’t accidentally fall on another dude’s dick. Cheating is a deliberate choice. It is not an accident. Maybe a mistake, but never an accident.

Except they’ve made it work for ten more years after she cheated.

Also, people who talk while chewing.

Yeah, it’s probably tough for some people to hear, but there are levels of events that can’t be “healed”, and asking someone to “just get over it” or “work through it” is being kind of ridiculous. I applaud her for being honest, but expecting him to just get over it is a bit much. I guess you could blame him for not…

Yea it’s done. He isn’t getting over it and her first thought if she lost weight was, “Oh no, what if I look good enough to sleep with other guys again?” None of this is going to end well. Pull the plug.

Rapists aren’t people. I’m sure you agree.

In the third year of my marriage to my husband, I slept with his best friend.

It happened once and was a culmination of several factors (finding my worth through the male gaze, thinking that I needed to test his love for me by hurting them, several other small reasons that don’t really matter in the end).

How old are you?

I chose this Smash Bros. character as my user icon.

Well, the little plastic ball with used panties in it that my roommate got from a vending machine in Japan would disagree with you, but either way, it’s quirky in a way that makes me happy, so there’s not really much for us to argue about here.

It looks an awful lot like the Hulkbuster to me.