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I am friends with my 8th grade science teacher - and I was in 8th grade approx 25 yrs ago. He only retired this year.

Me too! (Got 27, 3 diff photos, and I am 40!) This is my new favourite website.

It is a menu item, for the summer I guess. I don’t know if it has coffee? A few of the frapps don’t?

Have you tried the Starbucks S’mores Frappucino? Wow.

And that they have the highest number of state sanctioned executions per capita in the US. I found that funny.

Sooooo good. So good.

The tickets are so expensive, and the show is like watching a sad dolphin in a tank. My friends wouldn’t go with me because of it, and we went to Boyz II Men when we were there last.

My friend and I popped into a tattoo shop after a messy concert (read: drank too much) The artist there was very friendly, but no amount of cajoling on our part could convince him to tattoo either one of us. And we were def over 21. Good tattoo artists will never tattoo a drunk person, he said, because the work will

I have the greatest guy. At 30 I wanted a sleeve. I emailed him, and we interviewed. During the session he confessed he prefers to tattoo “soccer moms” (I have 3 kids) since the “aggro oil rig jerks” are not the kind of people he could comfortably spend 8+ hours with. He is a great guy, very gentle soul and an amazing

My eldest son’s kindergarten teacher was a orthorexic food shamer as well. 5-year olds! On top of that, she was a closet racist. I (middle class, married, white lady) was never outright “shamed” for packing the food that I did in my sons snack, she would send em a note requesting I not send certain items (home baked

The part that makes me laugh about this is my rapist didn’t even take off his or my clothes. Just held me down in the dirt and unzipped his fly.

I bought a new truck in Sept ‘14 ad there are 13K (20K km) miles on it already. And I don’t even use it for my work commute.

Seconded. I am not particularly “fat”, maybe not fit, but thin-ish, and the neck lines! Gah! I am thinking it is a loss of skin-tension thing. If I had scads of disposable cash I would talk to a cosmetic doc and ask about it. But I don’t, so I live with it, and try to moisturize the shit out of them.

My child stole my belly button. The (not so) little asshole stretched my stomach beyond recognition and the belly button kind of vanished into a flat-stretched-out-not-at-all-belly-button-looking expanse of skin. fo realz. )Also, maybe when (if?) she got a tummy tuck the surgeon didn’t do a good job of making her a

My grandpa faceplanted due to a medical condition, was unable to put his arms out to stop the fall and his face was smashed fairly similarly to what is described of this victim. I am not saying what the cop did is okay, or justified, just answering the question. No way to stop your fall equals big terrible injuries to

You def need to get yourself to a nude event. The silliness never stops. In my experience though, having never been to a strictly naturalist/nudist event, alcohol is a major factor.

I went to a Canadian University, where frats just weren’t a huge thing (you were almost completely ostracized if you belonged to one) and the dorm life was the party thing there too.

For sure, keep it outside. If I’m working a minimum wage job making coffee or whatever and can’t hide in the back because peen offends me, then yeah, it’s going to piss me off. That said, (in response to the managers comments) my gramma would be laughing and clapping and cheering that shit on too. She’s seen enough

To preface, I, as many women, have been sexually assaulted in the past. It was traumatic, horrific and shaped my life in a way I would rather not have had happen.*

I fucking LOVE jellyfish. Now I want the dress.