But the entire fucking premise of the book is the subjugation of women...ah, fuck it.

HER FAULT, HER FAULT, HER FAULT

IDGAF if this guy was fucking Hannibal Lecter, this is not how prisoners are treated.

Why couldn’t he just send a fucking text asking the question? This draw-it-out style of discussion is maddening. Now you get to wonder for a few hours what it’s going to be, when it could have been handled in two lines of text. SO SIMPLE

I have the anxiety of “what if” day in, day out. It leads to incessant planning and circular worrying and I’m so.god.damned.tired.of.it.

The day we bought it, I read it on the 1.5 hour drive home. The thing was intimidating as hell to me and seemed slightly less complex than the Space Shuttle, so I wanted to be up on how things worked. That, and inform MisterDisco when he would yell HOW DO I PROGRAM THE XM RADIO STATIONS and whatnot.

Thank you for this clarification. I am regretting my earlier comment.

I went to Florida and days upon days of swimming in the ocean wrecked my and my kids’ hair. I bypassed the usual section of silicone-laden shit and went straight to the “ethnic” section (and I’m tone deaf enough to wonder why it’s not all mixed in together, please educate me). I moved from North Idaho to Virginia,…

The problem is the notion that government can be run like a business. One of that clan even referred to the American public as “customers”.

As a transcriptionist, I deal with this kind of word salad (with [inaudible] sprinkled throughout) on the daily.

Yet here I am, reading your stupid comment, and shaking my head at how you can be so dense.

“It’s a state, kind of, that’s full of brown people that don’t look like me and Motherdear.” -Sessions

I wonder if he knows those people on that “island in the Pacific” are, you know, voters and American citizens?

“I don’t like your usage of crass language to make a statement, therefore your statement is invalid.”

This is like that asshole guy who always says shitty things, and when you get predictably upset, sneers, “God, it was just a joke, you’re so sensitive.”

Ah, yes, the old head rest grab. Snatch a handful of hair sometimes too, when they’re really not paying attention.

Our mattress is literally 12 years old and it wasn’t that awesome when we bought it (think under $1000). I’ve been demanding a new one for a while now, with MisterDisco having a lumbar fusion and me having three neck fusions. Somehow, it keeps getting passed over.

You know what my reaction to someone being childfree is?

RED IS THE POWER COLOR

That constant refrain of “No one’s better than me at _________.”