It’s Defoe the best one I’ve ever seen. 

“Hey, Alexa: Call The Horny for me...”

Ewwwwwwwwww

The tears of the children. They’re not being force-fed to the shrimp anymore, but their tiny fingers are the perfect size for de-veining the little buggers. The despair in their hearts adds a saltiness that just can’t be replicated.

I definitely did this once, and it turned into a thing, because we’re Canadian. I realized my mistake, went back the same night, apologized 87 times (she said, “Oh, no problem!” 86 times). I tried to hand her more cash 87 times; she politely declined 86 times before accepting. And we were doing that, “Oh, no, it’s ok!…

I like it. Unless they assume theyre into a threesome with the nice young lady they already stiffed*, in which case, the problem is theirs, not the OP’s.

My husband guessed Tori Spelling, too!

Aroo?

You’re still working? Seriously? Holy shit.

I am so, so sorry about your husband.

IN THE FACE

Not to be forward, but I don’t understand enough about kinja (it’s been what? Seven years?) to know if there’s a way to message you privately (I’ve looked. I just can’t figure it out). I have honestly been exactly where you are, in terms of disease and pain management. Sometimes it’s soothing to talk to someone who…

Awwwwww. Your mom is sweet. That’s lovely. 

I was really scared about gaining a dependency on my morphine, because of previous addiction issues (including a one month, government-funded stint in rehab. Thanks, Province of Alberta). It got to the point I definitely was not managing my pain properly, because I wasn’t taking my full dosage, as prescribed, and I…

Thanks!

Late stage ovarian cancer here. I haven’t driven since Summer, 2017 (morphine user and nerve damage from chemo). Being in a car while in treatment is torture. There’s a pothole in the parking lot of one of my doctors’ offices and my husband always forgets about it. It’s like someone is using the space where my uterus…

I’ve done so, and still don’t know who they are. 

Points to you.