Since 1984. Jesus fucking christ, that’s so depressing I don’t even have words.
Since 1984. Jesus fucking christ, that’s so depressing I don’t even have words.
I see that Mr. Trump and his lawyer are kindred spirits. A match made in heaven.
Trump’s lawyer’s message to the Daily Beast reporter:
can, theoretically, the new york bar association publicly reprimand a lawyer for flagrantly misstating the law like that while representing his client?
No no. An idiot lawyer is the perfect match for him. Please, please, never change. This is eye opening.
I want the author to answer this criticism!
It’s because pimping gets defined in an overly broad manner that is meant to remove any and all support systems the sex worker has. Landlords who rent to sex workers who use that apartment for sex work are “pimps”, making landlords evict anyone found engaging in sex work in order to avoid their own criminal charges.…
Yeah, it’s pretty awesome that Amnesty listened to actual sex workers on what would make them safer. If only other organizations would follow suit.
Well, no, we all know photoshop is a thing, but when someone offers you pics and swears they’re not using, and they’re using like a mofo...it’s just irresistible.
Cool story, angelina brolie.
In the car, he goes on to vape, talk about gun control, and attempt to FaceTime Megan Fox.
mia goth? of the sims family?
Khloe: Both pictures are shopped. Anyone who works on Photoshop every day (ie: not you, but yes me) can see with their two eyeballs and their brain-machine that your photographs are touched in many places, and — tellingly — touched in slightly different ways from photo to photo.
Khloe Kardashian you are a liar. And…
Did Shia steal her eyebrows as well as her dignity?
If I’d have stayed there, I would have killed her.
For me, it’s been decades and I still cannot trust. I look for the exit signs in rooms, I always have one foot out the door literally & figuratively. It’s sad.
Time. And, for me, suddenly realising more than a decade after it happened that I didn’t have to keep finding ways to make myself responsible. It wasn’t about me. It happened to me, but it wasn’t about me. There was something wrong with him, not me.
Can we take The View out back and shoot it? It seems like the only humane thing to do at this point.
Hasselbeck’s face is priceless. “Look at my wacky black friend you guys! She really tells it like it is!”
My 13-year-old self didn’t. Afterward, I decided that my only value and currency was my body, and I traded it for what I wanted (promises of affection and caring) for years, until I met a wonderful and kind man who taught me to trust and value myself as a person again...and then he violated my trust in a different and…