In the old days, she’d just say he was a good little nigger. That’s really what the long form translation is. There’s never a question about a white counterpart. He just has to show up and maybe brush his hair. This kid has to waltz to the kitchen with 10 glasses for someone like her to feel like he’ll “make it.”

Three months behind you with two belly buddies. We are absolutely vigilant about bites. We're just hoping to just make it to the end with no problems. It's scary, though.

My hero.

This movie is writing itself.

He also told the story of still being prohibited from counter lunches after that gold medal.

Now you're just being gross.

Oh Lindy, you magnificent beacon on moxie... How I greatly enjoy your unique voice and honest perspective. Take my money.

Best selling Vivid feature of all time.

Spot on. Brad should have kept it in his pants, anyway.

I’ve learned that after a certain period of time, no one cares much anymore what happened. They accept the present circumstance and you can’t make them hate your enemy too. She sounds kind of childish and petty, especially considering the fact that Pitt was the married one. The onus was on him to uphold his vows. But…

In the future, we would have intermingled so much that there won’t BE an black people anyway. Won’t matter. Race will no longer exist and everyone will be pale to olive. I know these are fictional universes where anything can happen but we have to keep some grounding in facts.

Seriously. Social justice movements don't take requests.

Military officers and infantry are employees and don’t run shit. They are told where to go and what to do. I blame their employer. Sure, there are some who go over there wanting to kill but come back understanding it’s more than just good and evil, light and dark. It’s not til you experience it that you know and…

I find not knowing very unsettling. I mean, it's not in my interest to know either way by as someone in healthcare, definitive diagnoses help me understand the individual, their circumstances and struggle better.

I used to make my baked goods with Plugra and swore by it. Better texture, less air bubbles. Then I had a baby. Now it's Hotel Bar and nothing else.

LMAO. Jesus, who hurt you??

I’m still waiting on big thighs to have their moment. Help me out here, white girls.

“A Muslim language”... My god. You know it’s terrible when the “proof” doesn't even make sense. My heart hurts for those girls.

Speak for yourself. I made a supermodel by cobbling together my best genes.

I think the writers and producers of the Bond film You Only Live Twice already did this.