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Both my partner and I are on the design end of marketing teams. The amount of absolutely shitty ideas that are thrown out are mind boggling (one of our companies that has nothing to do with the firearms industry suggested giving out branded BUMP STOCKS not 3 months after the Vegas shooting... at a convention IN VEGAS).

Steve who?

I went there in my early 20's at my thinnest (size 6) after losing a good amount of weight after a long term break up thinking I’d get a cute and outfit so I could get out and start dating again. I could barely squeeze into an XL and it kind of crushed me. If they had tossed a diet bar in my face at the same time,

There used to be a 7-11 right across the street from my elementary school that my friends used to go to after school. I was enrolled at the on-site afterschool care and could never join them because I had to be in line to go into the room within 10 minutes of school ending. One day I decided to join them- I believe I

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Ra Ra Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine...

I wish I could take credit for finding this. Thanks Kinja user whose name I can’t remember. I’ve had this earworm stuck in my head ever since.

It ends up being just a couple of waffle cones and a napkin.

It ends up being just a couple of waffle cones and a napkin.

Oh man, his delivery is PERFECTION. I am 100% on board with this.

There is a difference between a contractor and an independent contractor. Most QA are hired through a 3rd party outsourcing agency and have access to things like holiday pay, insurance, get their taxes taken out, etc. Independent contractors are freelancers. There is no company backing you up. You have no access or

Beat me to it. I came here to say that thing looked like an UTI/ Yeast infection waiting to happen.

I’m itching just looking at it.

I think there really is something to be said about having new stuff to talk about. It really helps keep things engaging. Lately, I find myself enjoying my partner’s company so much more after he’s come back from a work trip. Day to day he works from home on an *incredibly* toxic team. It’s the only thing going on in

He could have pulled out one of those ren faire turkey legs- or something just as greasy and unwieldly.

During school dances, we had monitors go around making sure that all the couples kept enough distance between each other to “leave room for the holy spirit”.

This was the laugh I needed this morning.

Seriously- what is going on there?!?

I wholeheartedly agree. 

It’d also help if corporate America were on board with fathers being more involved... and not go the way my husband’s company did and give him a piddly bonus so that “Maybe you can put a downpayment on a pre-owned car so you don’t have to drive your wife to her appointments.”

True story. They also called him in on his

Just.... why....

Claims were made that my honor was defended, but when I ask how the details become very fuzzy. I’m going with fuck all nothing being said in my defense. My FiL’s actions and other’s comments to me since this event have kind of solidified my suspicions.

That lichen room was turned into a cave. Black curtains over the windows- moisture dripping down the walls coming from... we couldn’t figure it out. It was so very bizarre.

And the cat poop... it makes ZERO sense to me that someone would do that. Like, do you not smell the literal shit fermenting? We also lived in a

Oh- so many terrible moving stories. I don’t know whether the slob roommate, the hoarder roommate, or the dumbfuck movers are the most entertaining, so I’ll tell ‘em all! Sorry for the wall ahead of time.

The Slob:
We always wondered why our place smelled. We had a few animals, but no matter how much I cleaned- it