Now that you mention it, my cat is also quite presidential; she already has the 3am yelling about nothing down pat.

Chode is an excellent word that I haven’t heard in far too long. Nicely done. :)

I was about to say the same thing! Seriously though... I’ll buy that shit.

The sad thing is, they’ve not always been this way.

This is what I keep trying to get across to my parents. They’ve always lived in extremely rural areas, and upon retiring moved about 5 miles past the middle of nowhere. They’re hardcore “conservative” and absolutely terrified of Sharia, “thugs”, etc and have a veritable arsenal “just in case.”

It’s kind of a chicken or egg scenario, in my experience. I met my ex as he was finishing the police academy but hadn’t yet started on the job. At that time, he was a rational, compassionate, decent human being with whom I could have an intelligent discussion about race, class, etc.

Seconded. My cop ex used to refer to his female co-workers as “bleeders”.

I know, right?? They’re like the Planeteers of awesome music making.

He actually has a few seriously decent songs, but his shitty ones get played so much the good ones are overshadowed.

Yup. I proudly rock my Prine/Isbell shirt whenever possible in an attempt to spread the gospel :)

Yes. This.

Jason Isbell and his lovely wife

My teenage vehicle was a Ford F150 extended cab with a bench seat in front. It was a total shag wagon, and I loved it.

Ooooh, we have cat twinsies!

I like it :)

As a nurse currently working in a dementia unit (aka The Thunderdome; I love it despite getting punched in the boob on day one), I can attest to this. Dementia/Alzheimer’s appears to screw with depth perception. We have black floor mats in front of off-limits doors/areas because our residents tend to see them as a big…

I had one that was a black sheath with a whole separate black floral lace overlay thing that inexplicably buttoned.

Marion, Illinois?? This literally describes that mall to a T.

During my junior year of HS, I hit Wet Seal with one of my guy friends to find a hot outfit for homecoming. He sarcastically picked up a shirt and said something like “here ya go, WhoreGaloreParfait*”, assuming I’d find it as horrifyingly tacky as he did.

I am legitimately jealous of your childhood. My young self (hell, my adult self) would’ve been in heaven.