For all the dead ppl

exactly. There are WAYS to stop these things if you really want to, people.

Or bite it. That would've done it.

I mean why didn't he stop the stabbing? Like why not just grab the knife with his hand?

...Alright, but can you tell us what he was wearing. I mean, was he just all out there, asking to get stabbed?

That, my friend, is a look of pure, unadulterated joy.

I called my husband, who was at a group meeting for grad school (fucking group projects), absolutely sobbing. "Come home. I'm pregnant." And then I cried for two weeks more.

You're right. It's called harassment.

I'm at that point in my life where lots of my friends are getting pregnant and having babies. Every time someone tells me they're pregnant, I'm unsure if I should say "Congratulations!" or "On purpose?" And this is how I know that I am not yet ready to procreate.

Because codes of ethics are for the *lower* courts.

If anyone does, I expect she'll have her time in the fire. Fucking Pharisee's infesting religion like rats in a grain silo.

Address the sexual assault concerns on their campus?

Touche, my friend. Have never in my life read "Go on an all-pussy diet to keep your woman from leaving you," though.

SO MANY THINGS IN THIS DIRT BAG.

See, now I just want to read it all over again! I completely agree with you about the unusual perspective of a fat, working class girl (and being somewhat local to Wolverhampton, it's really lovely to see the Black Country in literature). I also loved the reveal at the end with regard to the benefits - how her…

I can't believe I'm saying this: This video is fun.

Shout out to my great-grandmother, who had the charm of a fucking snapping turtle

Sortland had a blanket, a cell phone and a box of Wheat Thins with him.