Honestly, the US didn’t deserve the Obamas. The crap we put them through was shameless, and they handled it with such poise and grace. Also, yay, National Parks!

Yeah. You need friction to cause rope burn (I’ve suffered enought of it to know). A rope being released from tension might leave a bruise, but that’s it. These people aren’t just racist, greedy assholes trying to protect themselves from a lawsuit, they’re also really incompetent at first aid and rope safety.

It popped into my head too.

Holy fuck!

Southern trees, bearing strange fruit. Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots.

So it’s institutionalized “Whites will be whites,” I guess.

FUCKING HELL. SO MUCH RAGE.

And seriously, you know there are MILLIONS of women in their late 20s who have been training since 1995 to take the place of Posh and/or Sporty.

Seriously, even if we’re only going by their mainstream hits that’s still Wannabe, Spice Up Your Life, Two Become One and Say You’ll Be There. ffs.

Two songs? TWO songs? How about two CDs of MAGIC. How about every song was a MASTERPIECE. A sexual revolutionary AWAKENING. Girl Power, Brah, The Susan B Anthony’s of their TIME. How about THAT.

Sporty and Posh were the 2 easiest Halloween costumes when you and your friends decided to dress up as the Spice Girls for Halloween (which I TOTALLY DIDN’T DO TWICE). Thus logically they would be the 2 most easily replaced by randos.

Mine was Posh because another redhead in our Spice Girls group had already claimed Ginger and even at the tender age of 8 all of my friends knew I was best suited to be the bitchy one.

All right, so who was your fave in elementary school? Mine was Ginger Spice for the sophisticated reason that I thought her hair was great.

You know- a skort. Gauchos. Culottes!

It’s a kind of pant.

FRUITFUL!!!

Concave.

Reflective?