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No, that’s really how they do things. All the time. My only request was to be married outside, but we were married in a church. I’m still not Catholic.

If we have kids they “must” be raised Catholic and I will go to Hell without them.

Me at the Catholic classes prior to marrying my Catholic husband: “So if I convert, can he have a full mass at his wedding? Part of my family is Catholic and I’ve been interested in learn-”

The Priest: “No.”

Super welcoming.

And that, my friends, is what integrity looks like in the wild.

Or even half-ass apologize while admitting you sometimes say things that are crappy ...

As someone who has been known to speak without thinking, just once i’d like to see a celebrity say, “Yikes, yeah, that’s what I said. I’m a dick when i’m tired. Sorry!”

Today in, “My feminism is better than your feminism ...” News at 11.

Until recently, I taught at a major university in one of the states that now allows guns on campus. I still receive emergency alerts and campus news in texts to my phone.

You’re probably right, but the drama has started early this year and there is one particular student breaking my heart. I forget other people can be soulless about it.

That bitch can sit in on any freshman seminar with me in late September, and watch students who’ve been assaulted practically whither away in front of everyone.

He was still in the Nights’ Watch and couldn’t marry Ygritte. Now that his watch has ended, he’s free to shotgun wed.

FAKE NEWS!

... but was it the month in which they were conceived?

*whispers* ... porno ...

In Kansas, they’re all OG members.

I used to gig sometimes in Topeka, and these assholes would show up at the holiday concerts with signs that called Santa a f*g and said the Nutcracker was a den of sin.

I think we made her eat her own tale, ouroborus style.

Same! Except I qualify with racist asshole.

Is that where I got it? I suspect you’re right.

I did that with a pair of knee-high lace-up Doc Marten boots, a few years ago. They sat in the back of my closet for nearly a decade, and then a few weeks after I donated them, they were suddenly on all the vaguely trendy college girls.

I think she had most of it in the first place, but I don’t know why I think that.

I just hope those kids are well-off enough to receive the mental healthcare they’re going to need to recover from ... their parents.