I maintain that we are living in a “...factors leading to...” paragraph in the history books.

So Trump will be tweeting wildly to refute whatever Comey says that he doesn’t like? Ten bucks says he slips up and tweets something incriminating to himself.

I’ve had someone snarl at me “Cover those things up!” pointing at my chest.

What I want to know is how these boys ever manage out in the wild, where there is no dress code, and cleavage, navels, bra straps, nipples, and yoga pants are everywhere. How, oh, how do they ever manage?

Sprays aren’t lazy. They’re faster than lotions, even rubbing them in, and getting four balky kids to stand still for lotion application takes far longer than spray them heavily.

Agreed. Putting sunscreen on all six of us on our last trip to Florida would have been a nightmare without sprays, but I’m liberal as hell with them. Creams with titanium dioxide for the face, sunscreen sticks for the littler ones. And I went through probably 15 cans while we were there, in five days. We’re going…

Hey, I drive one of those big bad Dodge Rams. 4X4 NO LESS.

RED LINE FTW

I believe in don’t ask, don’t tell. I don’t need to know you’re a Christian any more than you need to know I’m an atheist.

/peacemaking instinct kicks in/

Oh, my god, the agony of the replay.

Already happened.

Oh, jesus, did you just fucking bootstrap?

This. I’m an insurance transcriptionist, and a standard question is, “Were you using your vehicle for ride sharing purposes, such as Uber or Lyft?” I don’t imagine “delivery for Walmart” is that far off from ride sharing or any other purpose that isn’t purely personal.

I just did a trip over Memorial weekend for a funeral, flew out of Dulles into LAX and then back again.

*smiles and nods*

I have nothing to add other than I am incredibly sorry for your loss, and to thank you for sharing your story. Stories of later term abortions are very hard to come by*, I think, mostly because of the stigma that surrounds them which should not be there.

You said?

I have some weird, rare neurological disorder that makes my vocal cords slam shut, vibrate uncontrollably, and basically make me sound like I’m intentionally either frying the fuck out of my words or choking on them.

I may or may not have been the creator of several drunken Facebook posts, so I can see where his “passed out in the middle” Tweet came from.