He wants to be a martyr. Don’t seek the dealth penlty. Let him rot in prison, forever.

“AK-47, the very best there is. When you absolutely, positively, got to kill every motherfucker in the room; accept no substitutes.”

I realize your comment is a bitter post, but, um, Lincoln?

Thank you for your response. If you can, what Ivy(ies) did you attend? My wife attended a couple, at one she was the first captain of the women’s team in her sport when it became a varsity sport in the mid-‘70’s. Her coach is still there—in case that’s your sport or where you went.

Um, people in their 70’s and 80’s are not baby boomers. The oldest boomers are turning 69 this year.

Headline on Philly[dot]com today, “Study Shows Wawa is America’s Favorite Convenience Store.”

Considering this guy’s age, maybe he’s off his meds or is becoming senile. It might be a good time to take him out of the classroom, even if they can’t sack him.

Neither have any of these Twitter folks.

These sorts of stories are done much better on Literotica.

I think many of us had relatives who were not okay with Hitler in 1933. But, I guess, those relatives didn’t have objections by 1945, being, you know, dead.

This is the most entertaining Krebs comment thread ever. Maybe the busiest, too.

Sorry, guys, but this sounds like a technical error. Since they could get the same tax status by changing their purpose, there wouldn’t really be any point to prosecuting. I mean, no harm, no foul.

That’s not a face. Those are a woman’s breasts.

Shades of Forbidden Broadway.

“This ain’t Comicom. This is genocide!”

I feel that I need to post something in this thread, just because of my screen name.

Okay. So, are they being forced to find another insurer? Because if they aren’t, then I don’t see how they have standing to complain about the stupid form.

That description sounds like a vibrator.

Plus, does she intend to use those things? It’s like they are weaponized, or something.

“Fogging up the bag like the windows of a Polish bath house, I stumble naked through the ruins, back towards blander, less complicated confections, leaving in my wake a trail of rainbow carnage. Next day, Hansel follows the trail back and on his way finds a Milky Way, a roll of Necco Wafers, some Pop Rocks, and a…