She and Abe are 70, they are both going to get new SOs that are 30, in math terms 30 goes into (division) 70 twice, 70 does not go into 30 at all. Her 30 will ‘go into’ her more than Abe will ‘go into’ his 30. I love this joke even more now for making me feel like I’m writing dirty math problems.
Oh my god that joke... I love it!
The end of that story is like Charles Dickens crossed with Emily Brontë. Grim af.
Well, considering people really were being poisoned by just about everything—their clothing, their drinking vessels, their heating systems, their lighting, their cosmetics, their freaking wallpaper—it seems like a pretty logical extension to fear that somebody’s going to hurry up the job.
As soon as I found out I was having a girl, I started wearing a pink bow in my pubic hair.
I can top that, I thought “gender reveal” was referencing someone coming out as trans so I was super confused, staring at the photos and did not understand what this was about at all until getting to the end of the first paragraph. Now I can’t stop laughing at myself. #ChildFree
Riding a pair of crazes, my partner and I threw a Hamilton-themed gender reveal party. We hired two local urchin children to participate in the reveal and dressed them in blue- and pink-tinted period garb. After an acai bowl brunch, our guests gathered in the courtyard. Both children – the boy child playing Alexander…
I know I can’t get anything done, what with all the gay sex constantly going on inside my head.
it’s seriously serious out there.
So for anybody who wants to snark that print media is a dinosaur/dying/irrelevant? Please to take a look.
“...allegations, going back decades, include claims of rape, fondling, molestation, and oral sex by trusted adults in positions of authority, including, in one case, an admissions officer.”
Not at all. When anyone comes out of the shadows, it helps all of us.
There are times I wish I could still report my experience from years ago, but I couldn’t handle the disbelief and victim blaming. I can only ever speak of it anonymously. My SOs certainly can never know.
“Over the last 10 or 15 years, there’s been a growing openness to acknowledge and investigate past abuse in all kinds of youth-serving institutions,” he writes. “That’s a healthy development, even if it means that today’s school leaders must grapple with abuse cases—and organizational missteps—from the past, when…
If it’s a plot and a Rickon’s going along he’d never let them use the real Shaggy. I hope it’s just a direwolf that died a natural death and donated its head to the cause.
Rickon serves as a greater purpose alive and well as opposed to tortured and dead. Ramsay is an evil bastard, but he knows that he needs Sansa and a stark heir in order to secure the North. What better way to bait her back into town then getting word out that Rickon is there?
IT COULD BE A DECOY SHAGGYDOG. Shaggydog is like 100% the most wolfy Direwolf and would not go down like a punk like that. I mean RIP the decoy wolf, but I have a DEEP need for that to be true so Shaggydog can pop through that door like ‘Surprise, motherfuckers” and give Ramsay the poetically just end that any dude…
When Umber went to get “proof” my heart fucking sank ‘cause I knew exactly what that was going to mean. =\
Poor Rickon. But after all, a good thing happened to a Stark child last week, which obviously means twelve terrible things must now occur.