its a stork doing the robot, i think.

Jesus died for our sins, so if we don’t sin, he died for nothing.

No, I would say it makes less sense.

No, that is untrue.

It’s her fucking name, show some respect.

Nah, brah. Yours took that prize.

She wasn’t “accidentally” exposed.

Then you will be relinquished of your duties to comment about them! I can see your discussion history - for someone who is so sick of the Kardashians you sure do talk about them a lot.

If you actually read the stories, she did her damnedest to protect her kids with her life. Her abusive husband repeatedly told her that if she tried to escape or defied him, he would murder her kids in front of her. If, instead, she let herself be beaten, he apparently stuck to beating her and did not physically harm…

There it is. That fucker killed four people and he got probation.

Affluenza kid then. Happy?

Well white supremacists aren’t really big on facts. So this is par for the course

Seems pretty murder-y to me.

Wow. First, I am so sorry that happened to your cousin and am really glad to hear she is doing well. Second, you sound like an amazing cousin.

I was so happy to read this headline on twitter this morning. Fuck backpage and fuck these guys. I spent months searching for my teenage cousin who was abducted, scoured the pages of that filthy fucking dirty site completely horrified by the children on there, worked with sex workers (who were helping me) up and down…

Yep. I swear that the internet and social media in particular are making this a more widespread problem, too. It’s really popular in some circles (think upper-middle-class, white, suburban) to bake gluten-free, sugar-free, dairy-free, vegan birthday cakes with kale baked in for a baby’s 1st birthday party because God…

And I looked and beheld a pale man, with skin like the belly of a slug. In his right hand he held a machete, and in his left hand he held the decapitated head of a cheetah from a game reserve in Africa. And lo, his name was Eric.

When I was about fourteen, I was an inpatient in a psych ward for suicidal/self-harming adolescents for a couple of months. I made a truly wonderful friend of a patient there, a girl about my age, who had apparently never felt a white boy’s hair before. She asked politely if she could, then reached out tentatively and…

Thank you! Being bald had its moments, but having hair is mo’ bettah! Oh, and being alive. That rocks too.

It happens and it’s disgusting. I’ve had someone actually say, “oh wow! It’s actually really soft!!”