She lived with her father on a farm in Alaska with no indoor plumbing. Sometimes they would sing in bars to make ends meet. Rural Alaskan bars don’t seem like the kind of place a man would hesitate to harass a girl in front of her father.

There’s a lot more disingenuousness than you’re allowing. This is the classic one-two punch of Republican antigoverning:

Flawless. Are you her speechwriter?

9/10 would watch. For 10/10 she would have to then help the developer’s victims find and renovate a new home. We could call it Road House Hunters Renovation.

Marmozets. The Menstruators. Le Butcherettes. New Years Day. Butcher Babies. In This Moment. Death Valley Girls. Slutever. The Pretty Reckless. Eyes Set To Kill. LA Witch.

I borrowed 60 grand I’ll probably never be able to pay off so I could change careers to get away from those people.

The problem with that is you’re not asking her to make a sacrifice, you’re asking her to sacrifice her child. Which she’s probably perfectly happy to do.

Maybe my perception’s skewed because I live in L.A., but that bikini’s not tiny.

One of the rare covers that’s better than the original.

Yeah, if it was just her it would be tragic but her choice. But she has two daughters who are likely to be his victims one day, on top of the horrifying cult all four children are being raised in.

Hm. Maybe you can use your nightclub for something else. Maybe some kind of music venue? Where people go to see bands and/or dance?

stop wearing cargo shorts

Long periods of laziness interspersed with frantic, low self-esteem driven attempts to remove everything. I’d be bald from the neck down if it wasn’t so much goddamned work. Also the nicks. Oh god, the nicks. I don’t know how you all do it. I have never once ever not cut myself.

If you have any sense, you don’t actually pay it. You sign up for Income-Based Repayment and pay 10% of your income above 150% of the poverty line, and hope Congress gets their shit together sometime in the next 25 years so you don’t have to pay income tax on the loan forgiveness.

Season 6 is so bad. So very, very bad. I hung in there for like 4 episodes because I really wanted it to be good. But it’s bad. So very, very bad.

I have a junk laptop (Toshiba Satellite) that I’ll be upgrading immediately. But I’m not updating my desktop until they fix the privacy policy and squash some bugs. If they never fix the privacy policy, I’m never upgrading. No way in hell am I letting MS poke around in my private folders. I can’t imagine that’s going…

:( When I was a kid the grocery store would give out coupons on Halloween if you came by trick-or-treating. They were good for one piece of candy or one snack-size box of raisins. My mom always made me get the raisins. To this day, I will not eat a raisin in any form: not alone, not in trail mix, not in a cookie,…

So instead of being fat your kid will just be horribly lonely because nobody will ever come over to play at the house where they serve weird gross snacks.

I never saw my parents drunk once until I was in my twenties. Now that they’re in their sixties, I have seen them shitfaced multiple times.