Honestly, I would love for a stranger to tell me I'm pretty. But I'm not literally every other woman on the planet, and if they don't want that, it's just fucking rude to ignore that because you have the manly urge to cat-call.
Honestly, I would love for a stranger to tell me I'm pretty. But I'm not literally every other woman on the planet, and if they don't want that, it's just fucking rude to ignore that because you have the manly urge to cat-call.
My playlist consists of Monster Mash and only Monster Mash.
My first thought is, "What would I use to throw out my cat litter?!"
I giggled at the Irish shirts.
Rich people sure are different.
I agree. He's her brother. She doesn't have to think he's innocent to want to help him. Even an asshole like this deserves the fairest legal shake he can get, and that means lawyer money. I can't imagine being a non-relative and actually giving him a dime, though.
I already miss Pittsburgh, and this was just mean! You can make it up to me if you mail me one, though! (Cold Primanti's is better than no Primanti's!)
Maybe they just messed up when ordering the shirts, and they were supposed to say "NYPD... fuck you!" or something?
What if the mother had followed the law, forcing the girl to carry the pregnancy to term... and then the girl, who explicitly requested to exercise her abortion rights, died in labor? People forget the pregnancy and childbirth carry huge medical risks, too. This makes me so mad.
I love pre-order bonuses. If I'm thinking far enough in advance to want a game before it physically exists, I like the extras.
No more rhymes. I mean it!
Forget Elsa—Cinderella's bit made me laugh like an idiot.
I could see this being a good idea if the benefits were less extreme.
If you think that you can diagnose with absolute certainty what this woman's problem is based on your experience, then no, I do not acknowledge that you can "spot this a mile away." If it turns out that she was on drugs, I can accept that. What I can't accept is jumping to conclusions without having all of the…
No, no, no. I have seen it. As I said above, a Christmas video from two years ago shows me doing the exact same thing. My parents thought I was on drugs. When I managed to get to a doctor on the 26th, he said that I had a severe bacterial infection. High fever, sick, trying very, very hard to focus on…
Interfering when a child is in danger because his mother can't maintain consciousness is absolutely okay. I agree with shmalice's comment below and your comment that, whatever's wrong with her, the lack of ability to wake up needs checking out.
Ah, Hialeah. I thought that looked familiar.
What I don't understand is how this became about drugs. The "heroin nod" could just as easily be sheer exhaustion. Either there are details missing, or this is absolutely not something to call the cops over.
I'd give anything for a Riley in my life.
In other news, Rand Paul is a jackass.