The person was either messing with you or got wrong info. I was in line this morning and someone got an “iced” drink with only two or three cubes (they had to serve in the “hot” cup because, well it was still hot. Three cubes aren't gonna cool down coffee that much.), he got funny looks but they did it.

In Putin Russia, joke is being sent to Siberia for only 50 years instead of life!

That’s insulting to cheetos.

While it won’t remove all of it (there’s still moonshiners going on despite prohibition ending more than 80 years ago), it could certainly cut down a good chunk.

Male here (admittly one that supports transgender people allowed to go to the bathroom matching their identity but I know the thought process for some [not all! but some] that don’t.)

Man, I’m in the wrong business if they are charging that much for so little work...

Good. Jackson was a racist, genocidal jackass. Only good thing about him was his parrot who swore like a drunken sailor and had to be removed from Jackson’s funeral because of it.

“The show is scripted, with ‘roles’ and reactions assigned to the various performers and participants, including the homeowners,”

Question to UCLA students/grads, is it required to take a gender studies class to graduate at UCLA if that’s not your major? Admittedly, I took one where I went to college, but mostly because I was (and still) interested in the subject.

Can I be the VP of Non-Apology Apologizes?

I would say the police militarization ball started rolling when Nixon started the War on Drugs in 1971 then started really rolling after 9/11.

Yea, I’m the same age and I know I’m not prepared for kids. One of my sister’s is 18 months older than I am and she sure as Hell wasn’t (and still isn’t) prepared.

When I was in high school for a Halloween production, I played Santa (spoiler: reason why his name is an anogram for a certain evil character) and I “slit” a few throats/“stabbed” a few people (with prop blood because my English teacher/drama instructor was delightfully morbid) but we were taught to be VERY careful.

Hell I live in Chicago (or as my grandmother calls it “Gomorrah”), and I’d love one of those bumperstickers despite not owning a car.

My dad used to do the same thing.

All the better. I love seaweed (order the nori/seaweed salad every time I see it on a menu as an appetizer) and have had a bloodlust towards jellyfish since one stung me when I was in fifth grade.

I personally doubt that she has any friends that aren’t like her, a middle class, straight, white heterosexual woman.

Quite frankly, I don't think they even exist.

My sister is like that.

But seriously, I’m surprised that they still haven’t found more than a flaperon and this little debris. Though, the ocean is really, really big and (comparatively) a 777 is very, very small.