1. In Seattle, regular coffee simply means drip coffee. Because most cafe's don't even have drip (just espresso), something that confounds my parents when they visit.

I heard there was this woman who ordered a single plum floating in perfume and served in a man's hat.

The Jackson family is bitterly disappointed and saddened they could not exploit the ranch for their own profit.

Considering they weren't even in the same city at the time either that Egan alleges, gold digger.

You're not alone in this. I'm sorry we don't have access to their earnings reports; they'd surely be a source of the merriest schadenfreude.

Yep. They only see themselves and people exactly like them as deserving of anything.

I've heard of cognitive dissonance, but Jesus...

The cognitive dissonance required for this is astonishing

I have coconut oil in my hair right now.

In a nutshell, yup. The whole "I got mine, fuck everyone else trying to get theirs" attitude while actively preventing people from getting what they need while shouting about how they never got any help and are on the moral high ground act makes me sick.

I don't like coconut and this 'trend' of using the oil as the be-all end-all cure for absolutely fucking everything under the sun is annoying as all hell.

I have not purchased anything from Hobby Lobby since the Supreme Court decision. In fact, I returned two mirrors I had purchased a few days afterwards.

Conservatives' entire philosophy can basically be boiled down to four words:

Didn't think I'd have the occassion to use this gif so soon after discovering it, but damn Hobby Lobby, if you don't deserve it.

I do, however appreciate the tireless shit hammering of Hobby Lobby.

I just want my coworkers to stop talking over the phone to each other. We're not in offices. It's all cubes. Drives me batty. I DO NOT feel bad about getting on Facebook and Jez because of it. Re: FB pinging: do these idiots not know how to mute their computers or what? I mean, what the fuck?

this is one of the funniest things I have ever read. my coworkers keep eyeing me meanly asking what I'm laughing at and I JUST KNOW THEY WON'T GET IT

I should send a message to this guy from work and tell him how hot he is, and how much I would love it if he sat on my face.