The titanium rods and screws in my neck were billed at $27,000. That’s just the hardware.

The responses of those who cried MEDIA MANIPULATION and LIES ABOUT SIZE are now “We’ll just take the Electoral College win instead” and “Who cares? Get over it!”

I’ve had a few. 1976 Ford Pinto. 1969 Karmann Ghia. 1996 Dodge Durango.

I don’t know how to ask this without sounding like a total dipshit, but with that many baby bodies, did they...kill the babies when they were born, or something? Or was that just an accretion over the years?

They’re also fucking dumb enough to believe that Obama ordered the wiretap “using” the Department of Justice. /headdesk

Here’s the best part - his adherents are saying this is all part of a master strategy to get the MLM riled up and saying he’s full of shit so then he can produce “proof” (likely in the form of the Breitbart article or Levin’s radio show) and made them all look stupid.

I worked in HR. Can confirm that HR doesn’t give a fuck about you, does not have your back, and could give a shit less. Their job is protect the organization. PERIOD

I think it’s that her skin is so dark that the only way someone could see her is if she smiled or something?

People = including children. It was a kid’s fucking birthday party, for god’s sake.

Imagine if the script were flipped (as many others have posited).

I seriously doubt no matter how I assiduously put what little extra money into an HSA to garner against anything future happening...that it would even begin to cover the cost of the latest neck surgery I had ($50,000, give or take). The fucking metal they stuck in my neck alone was $27,000! (which I now have in a…

That and shitcan the pre-existing condition coverage. For my husband, who’s had two back surgeries and is diabetic, as well as me with three spine surgeries, a knee surgery, a foot surgery, and whatever else is gonna break...this is catastrophic.

My kids all have a marked preference toward rare steaks. Until the day I made black & blue steaks for fun and now they all want that. /bangs head/

The response is, “Oh, you’d rather just KILL IT THEN HUH?”

Christ, is there a winged Eye on the side on those vans? /half-joking

I keep rolling the dice with Uber when we go to downtown DC (or when I’d had surgery and had an office party with MisterDisco to attend in Alexandria) and keep rolling winning combos. Maybe my luck will run out, but for now, I’ll stick with Uber.

This. Try getting a cab at 3:30 in the morning near the Verizon Center when you’re shitfaced drunk and wearing fetish clothing. Double down for a superbly clean car (I’ve never been in a shitty Uber car yet) and drivers who are willing to banter with you and your husband about damn near anything under the sun. Paid…

+1. DC cabs are awful. My Uber experiences, while not as plentiful as most, have at worst netted a neutrally quiet ride in a decent amount of time. At best, they have yielded either fantastic thought-provoking conversation or incredibly hilarious, stand-up comic-quality humor.

“Could you PLEASE just replace the god damn toilet paper just ONCE when you’ve finished it?”

This sounds suspiciously like she read Stephen King’s story “Home Delivery” and cribbed some of the details. I’m serious.