“Dreading” white people hair involves hardcore backcombing and rolling the resulting mass into sorta cylinder-ish shape. Basically, you have to rough up the cuticle, manhandle it severely, and convince it to meld with its nearby brethren/sistren hairs. It takes a long ass time, especially when said “dread” recipient…

Lots of respectable people get run over by trains.

I just let you out ;)

Dude! My vet heartily recommended Fancy Feast classic for my ancient diabetic Lucycat. She says it’s higher in protein/lower in carbohydrates than almost all of the higher prices brands.

Absolutely spot-on deployment of Debbie Downer!

At the risk of sounding body-shamey... This immediately reminded me of Pappy O’Daniel and his son/minions from O Brother, Where Art Thou...

I’m quasi single, but I definitely do my best arguing when I’m a little drunk :)

I saved up my allowance and bought an inflatable chair from Spencer’s circa 1996, and felt like the coolest person on earth.

As I stated during the horribly circuitous argument with my parents’ friend this past weekend, assaulting people, in bathrooms or elsewhere, is already illegal, regardless of which bathroom it (doesn’t, but for argument’s sake) occurs in.

“I supersize with your situation...”

No lie, she’s making the exact face I (feel like I) make when I forget that I’ve already taken my dose of Adderall and take an extra one like the dummy I am.

There was a horse at the barn I worked in legitimately called Tuna!!

Yes!! I want a whole pile of cats/puppies named things like Kevin and Karen!

Nurses are terrible at PE class for precisely that reason ;)

My kittyface’s original name was Honour. It’s actually a rather baller name, but it didn’t fit her worth a damn. She’s now Lucy, after Lucy Grealy and a former mentor/head camp counselor who was essentially everyone’s mother.

My best friend of all the years’s step-daughter insisted she be allowed to name their newly acquired mini poodle mutt type pooch.

Strangely, despite having what I feel is a common ass name (Kellie— Mom got creative with the spelling, but kept the general WASPy vibe intact), I only experienced the last initial phenomenon once.

Not to mention the gawdawful amount of nails that inevitably end up scattered around like little livestock puncturing landmines.

“And I was there, too”

Hell yeah!