Clearly she was hysterical. He had to calm her down the best way he could. He forgot his foldup fainting couch.
Flimsy Burnoose
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Talk like that is just as dangerous as it is repugnant. No woman’s opinions, ideas, convictions, beliefs or crafts should be discounted because A HUSBAND DISAGREES with her. And yet! This Polly Pocket-handed filth throws it out there for good measure, in case we’ve misinterpreted this whole marriage thing.
Guys, my (Latino) husband doesn’t know it yet because he’s not home, but our couples Halloween costume is now Nasty Woman and Bad Hombre, this nightmare election is finally giving me something useful.
It was worse. I started yelling. Who cares what her husband did?
Was anyone else more offended by “your husband disagrees with you”? Like, the nasty woman bit, yeah we get it Donald Trump’s an unrepentant asshole, but that just felt so much more like the type of sexism women face all the time.
41% of Americans are idiots who can’t read the writing on the wall that even more Americans really do fucking hate this guy that much that they won’t let him win.
Here’s a fresh one from summer 2016.
Honestly, I believe that his phone number may still be in my phone under the “blocked contact list,” and I still have a screenshot of the Uber map saved. It’s been a few years now, and I’m still too afraid to reopen this can of worms.
This freaked me the hell out, just because of how absolutely real it was. No paranormal shit, just plain old psychotic behavior from another person. So happy you got away safe. I’m endlessly fascinated by what his true ‘persona’ was...
The only bigger asshole than a cat is a ghost cat.
I’ve had very odd dreams about people after they died. When my grandmother died, I had constant dreams about her. We were so close that at the funeral many of our family friends came up to me specifically to give their condolences and say things like “I know this must be especially difficult for you, she loved you so…
I’ve only told this story to my closest friends. I haven’t even confided in my sister (for fear of the obvious shame). Please buckle in because this tale needs to be told in length.
Less than a year after my dad died, we got a phone call and the caller ID listed the number as our old house (we’d moved a couple months before he died). When my mom answered, there was no one there. She called back, thinking the new owners of the house had a question or found something of ours in the house or…
Ok, mine isn’t that scary, but I experienced it, and I don’t believe in any of this stuff (until its 3am and im creeped out).
one of my stories from last year, but hey, it’s scary.
We moved into our dream house in the country about a year ago, and shortly thereafter discovered that the curiously bent tree near the driveway is a Ute prayer tree, most likely pointing the way toward the grave of a warrior or other important tribe member. Being history buffs, we were pretty thrilled by this…
I should preface this by saying that I have never seen a ghost or had any weird experiences, but my mom, who must be more sensitive than I am, has them constantly. She’s had multiple family members appear to her after they died (as has my grandma), she’s had ghosts appear and react to her presence simply because she…
2016 President of the United States of America. Shut it Down.