David Spade is my arch nemesis. I have zero reasons why for this bit of information. It just is what it is.

My mom was playing a pick up game with the neighborhood families when she took a line drive just above the ear hard enough to drop her to the ground. She had some very minor swelling but nothing serious but her hearing was never quite right after that and she would get ear infections at the drop of a hat. 

That and if you keep the communities huddled together they can’t get out from under your boot heels, a huge tactic of the coal mine owners. If you have the Hungarians all in their area they never feel like they need to learn English so they have to take your crappy pay, deal with your lousy equipment and suffer…

My very small, lost in time area has a Little Italy (the little park is still named that), a Tippy Town (Polish/Russian) and a pretty robust Hungarian community. No one says a word about any of it... gee, I wonder why. 

We played it in my middle school about a million years ago but I cannot for the life of me remember what we called it. 

No shit. My family was so dedicated to the punching game that we:

Melt them. 

Ugh. Of course the magats are just ready to jump on anyone who says anything negative about this because that makes them “elitist snobs looking down on a working man’s lunch” or some shit like that. 

I can’t even pretend that I didn’t laugh at that.

Fuck me on a rowboat if I didn’t just read that as taco bowel.

You should have millions of stars for this. 

Stupid me. I sit and watch several episodes of the Chef’s Table and end up making Rosemary up the Ass- which is super fun to say, annoys the Big Foot to no end and ended up being amazing and delicious.

I don’t owe you anything.

I am sorry for your loss. Sadly, his story is frighteningly similar. 

I am super hard to fit in everything, all of the time. I am resigned to that fact. One of the makeup counter girls suggested that she had gone for her break but did look concerned the other just shrugged, I shrugged back. Also, I meant to include support and hugs in my original post but dammit, to this day this whole…

Did you make some lady almost definitely walk off the job though?

She did! 

My troop leader was an herb growing witch who made every little girl feel like she could do anything in the world and more. During one of our meetings we found an injured dove and she said we should take it in and care for it and if it lived, how wonderful and if it died, then it would have died surrounded by warm…

I did not want to laugh this hard at that but dammit, I pictured it in my head.

It might be too late. Jacob Wohl has got himself worked in to quite the little Twitter frenzy including pushing a petition to have Ilhan Omar removed from all committees as well as gleefully calling her a terrorist in every other tweet. Stompyfoot is going to pick that up and run any second now.