The only people allowed to use the phrase ”spill the tea” are drag queens and people who work at Teavana.

If the hospital really is moving patients to another building, or keeping an entire floor empty for Beyonce to pop out some kids, fuck that.

Hello Amercain freind. I am a rich pricne in Ngerai. Please send bank detales and I wil reward yuor kindness with 10.000.000$ when my cleernce is thruoh.

I never understood that. I’ve had a lot of drunk sex... with drunk men... how do 2 very drunk people determine consent?

I hate that all of this seems to only focus on her as if she is the only victim here.

This. It’s also the one aspect of consent I’ve always struggled with: when both people are shit faced, who is responsible? Neither person was in control of their behavior. DeMario’s narrative is that she sat on his face, not that he forced himself on her.

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Just a heads up, there are quite a few typos.

Seriously, I’m not hating her look there. Maybe not the fuzzy slippers.

I would also like to make fanny packs happen, although I’d probably go for the low-slung-across-my-hips look. I need my hands free dammit!

Look, I certainly don’t want to diminish mental trauma. That said:

I think it’s immensely, immensely and morally wrong how much money we have gotten as opposed to the money, love, kindness that has been given to that little girl.

“Women, in general, get a lot of pushback, especially if you’re successful and attractive.”

I’m not queerphobic or homophobic. I’m as gay as they come. As I mentioned in another response, power bottoms are indelibly linked to the gay community. If neither member is a gay male, why coopt that lingo?

OMG - I’m so uncool. I just saw the name of the band as gibberish. And now. Now I see it. Power Bottom. I’m old

Seriously! I do deep-water fitness because I have shit knees and ankles, and most of the people in my class are people in their 60s and 70s. I’ve seen them naked in the locker room, (though I keep my smartphone in my locker and don’t take pictures of them because I am not a monster), and guess what? They look like…

I saw those photos and was genuinely like...you get hand picked by designers to go to one of the fucking fanciest parties in the country and you go and snap selfies and smoke in the bathroom like you are at a fucking rave. What is that?

And that hit was named Miley Cyrus.

The hospital where I was born was demolished two decades ago. I think this means I technically don’t exist. WooooooOooOoooo spooky!

Dude what? You know that hospitals aren’t in charge of names, right? Jesus fucking Christ.