Pregnant ladies get a pass. Always.

“Roasted cauliflower sprinkled with a little garlic powder and parmesan”

snort @ deep-dish meat cakes

Deja’s exit had me shook....and then they showed that sad-eyed little boy in need of a home.

I want to hug you so much right now.

I’ll admit I’m over here laughing at his pain. That image is so vivid.

What is stopping you, Todd? Seriously.

It was on New Year’s Eve.

I like to think those disapproving folks in Ferguson took him aside, gave him a glass of Henny, and set him straight.

Truth.

Why is your assessment of banana chips so on-target. I associate with banana chips with sadness and a lack of motivation to go grocery shopping. I’ve never said, “Man, I really wanna eat some banana chips!”

Third on the discomfort around large groups of white people. Every trip home to Houston I’ve made since The Reckoning has been oddly uncomfortable. I know my way around white folk, the city, and areas that are populated by mainly white folks in the area. But, the level of eyeballs I get now when I go to certain places…

My wine consumption has definitely increased. My cork collection is impressive and I’ve become a bit of a connoisseur!

I prefer my soap operas to be more dramatic than this.

Are “mowing” and “flora” code for something else?! I can’t believe his neighbor went knuck on him about a yard.

I won’t say we should invite her to the cookout, but I would gladly send her a sympathetic sweet potato pie.

IMITATION. OF. LIFE.

See also: Gamergate, MRA, Alt-Right.

Welcome to my world. TSA is always checking me for by big afros and even the teeny weeny ones.

Do you work near a Firehook? Local chain. Not owned by the man. They make a good vanilla chai.