but if y’all want to pretend you’ve never fucked a hot asshole, knowing he was an asshole, I’m not going to believe you
but if y’all want to pretend you’ve never fucked a hot asshole, knowing he was an asshole, I’m not going to believe you
this is neither here nor there, but when I was younger, I had “canard” and “pitard” mixed up and several times uttered something about someone being “hoisted on their own canard” to blank stares.
The Corner was so good: Khandi Alexander! Clarke Peters! Charles S. Dutton! Lance Reddick! Tyra Ferrel!
Oh, my. I know it’s a cliche to be invested in a celebrity, but my heart hurts for Kit/Jon Snow.
thanks for not being irritated that I sounded so negative. I just despair at the craziness of anti-choice activists.
But I think sometimes when people use this example it’s to try to put things into perspective to those who are obliviously hardcore on a subject.
I’m still in support of the Harriet Tubman version but, damn, that is a mighty fine illustration of his purple highness with a Jackson ‘do
I work in veterinary medicine and we have to take a yearly course on how to identify and treat burnout in ourselves
See if your doctor will prescribe naltrexone?
i’m tall and have never given being asked to get things off shelves for people a second thought.
LOL. Not potential health problems—definitive health problems—probably sufficient to relegate me to a wheelchair and on disability, which would have meant no support for my dying mother, my depressed husband, nor my disabled sister and her children.
I had an abortion because carrying a child to term would have exacerbated a chronic illness & most likely hastened disability (not because pregnancy would have killed me—it wouldn’t have). Since I’m the primary wage earner in the family and, at the time, lent support to several other family members (one with smallish…
Ah, Richard Hatch (not the actor), where have ye gone?
I learned something today:) (a disturbing something but something nonetheless.)
“But you are, Blanche; you are in that chair.”
and I was not:) Thanks
I am so sorry for your loss. Here’s one of my favorite dog poems (a poor substitute for your lost one), written by Kenneth Brewer. I know the ending is a bit of a shift, but I love the mythology that dogs are our grounded angels.
Good luck, Mortal.
but I feel guilty about reading them the riot act over being so fussy about their food.
I hope to scroll down and see a Krispy Kitten update