Yeah, I always assumed that she just kept her mouth shut because she didn't necessarily agree with her husband's policies, and had clearly long given up thinking agreeing with him was important.

Let's go with that.

I would have zero problem with my boyfriend sharing a meal with one of my girlfriends. He's friends with my friends. If I'm out of town, am I supposed to be like, "Nope, you cannot go to El Azteca with a mutual friend,"?

There's no way someone would write the line, "I'm OK. I may not seem OK, I may not be OK right now ... but, I'm, like, OK," in earnest. That HAS to be a wink and a nod.

Oh, no, I was saying it's not a bad walk. I've made it many times. That said, I don't need to make it that often, because I'm so close to the TED that I can just split a cheap cab.

There's a cop on basically every corner.

I've made that walk to and from a game. The neighborhood around Turner Field is fairly desolate, true, but the police presence on the walk from Turner to MARTA is pretty solid.

That's what accounts for half of my statement in jest!

But for reals, people in Cobb don't like black people ...

What the fuck, guy on the plane? THE ELEPHANT IS ON THE SPIDER'S WEB, YOU DICK.

You might need to re-read. I said it makes no sense to me. And it doesn't appear to make sense to others, either, especially given how public the mother was with her grief. This is ... a weird place for you to give so many shits.

Dude, I sold her house furnished, I understand getting rid of the big stuff, or the inconvenient stuff (or just plain shitty stuff), but somehow, the little things, the day-to-day things, those don't make sense to sell, to me. But I appreciate you tackling this issue with such compassion

Yeah, this makes no sense to me. I cannot imagine auctioning off personal belongings of a dead loved one. I lost my mom unexpectedly in 2011, and I still have her medicine box (little plastic bin where she kept cold medicine, cough drops, the thermometer, Tums, etc.) in my hall closet, as she left it. Basically all…

I grew up in Atlanta and live here now, so I'm surrounded by Georgia fans, both socially and professionally. I was genuinely worried about some of them on Saturday night.

I think it's super gross. Then again, I don't really like babies. I love kittens and puppies, though. Where is my kitten video!?!?!?

My boyfriend has SO MANY COOLERS. Whyyyyyyyyyyy.

It's phenomenal. That's not hyperbole. I saw them live in Atlanta last month, and it was incredible.

I fucking love this dress and the necklace with it. It doesn't have a damned thing to do with whether or not she's covered up. I just really love this outfit.

To be fair, Eagle's Landing is the fucking Bermuda Triangle of traffic. I drive to Macon for work a lot, and regardless of the time of day, I always, always bottleneck near Eagle's Landing.

So he's this guy.