hudsonhongo
Hudson Hongo
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Visions of blue waves and leftist insurgencies are roiling the Democratic Party. As a result, we are all subject to

Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday. That is 4 days.

you okay, man?

Last week, TMZ reports, unidentified burglars broke into the unoccupied home of singer Alanis Morissette and made

They would need to have a reasonable expectation of privacy for that to apply. You can record conversations between 2 people in a public or semi-public place with no issue if there is not “an objectively reasonable expectation that no one is listening in or overhearing the conversation”. The car did not belong to

The Passions bit made me smile. Thank you for sharing!

In Belize I knew this whole family led by a Grandmother, and she and her dozen (approx) grandchildren would PILE into the room, squash into the couch and watch all the Golden Girls episodes that came on mid-morning, about three in a row, I think. The kids fucking LOVED the GGs and laughed their tiny asses off.

Based on the “media reporting” I remember from the time of Grantland’s demise, I think the general view was that Grantland ran at somewhere around a break-even point. ESPN/Disney, however, wanted it to generate heavy profit, in part by slashing costs, while Simmons wanted even more resources and complained that they

Nope. Best practices for suicide reporting recommend not using “committed,” which sounds like a crime or, to religious communities, like a sin, and “kill yourself” is just insensitive, crude, and poorly phrased. “Died by suicide” is the phrasing recommended by mental health professionals and the American Foundation

I was wearing a red dress, perfect makeup and hair. I think the waiter was horrified at how big of a dick he was being. “My family has ... expectations...for my wife.” I kept my voice low and pleasant, never stopped smiling, and then let fly.

I wonder if he ever felt bad about leaving his cat home alone, because in all honesty the poor Duke was probably only alone for 2 hours a day.

I dated a guy in law school who broke up with me, on Valentine’s Day, in a fancy French restaurant. Apparently he thought I would not make a scene in public. Apparently he had learned shit about me in that year we dated. I bounced a bowl of fancy little French pickles off his forehead, one by one, and the waiter

Fuck you, Blaire.

My only serious college boyfriend and I were both huge stoners and our relationship mostly revolved around smoking out of his giant, beloved two-foot decorative purple bong named “The Mystery Machine,” having sex and playing Super Smash Bros. Melee. He was in the Army ROTC had to enter the service after college. Since

I WAS A TEEN

As a college freshman I thought I was hot shit going after a senior RA the first week on campus. I wasn't even attracted to him, but was swept up by all that authority. Oh, the power! One thing led to another, and when things began to get hot and heavy he bent his lips into my ear. My mind raced with excitement.

Sigh.....a white guy that would wear "funky jamiroquai hats" in high school. I lost my virginity in his storage unit. :-/

Ugh I feel his pain, to a MUCH lesser degree; it took me a bit over 40,000 soft resets, spread across three months, to get my shiny female Eevee in LeafGreen. She was Lonely, so I named her Pariah. Definitely worth it though, she's followed me through all the games and been my precious baby ever since.