Short answer: Yes. Longer answer: Does she even English? I don’t think she Englishes too good. ;)

Not a phrase I use often, but I can’t even with the comparison to pop tart kid. Both schools massively overreacted, and neither had anything to do with the other. Can’t they both be reactionary, idiotic, and horrible for entirely different reasons? Yes? Gah.

...It’s full of stars...dark, beautiful stars...

Hooray!

...but(t) in that scenario, the coin slot wins...oh. Right. *grin*

I rather assumed there was alcohol involved. I meant the actual logistics, like, how do you push/fold/squash/press something with the consistency of a hacky sack into something else with the consistency of, well, an ammo press.

I’m attempting to mentally work out the logistics of that...and failing.

My instinct would be to look them directly in the eye and say in a cold and calm voice that if they did not, and I mean RIGHT FUCKING NOW call 911, there would be more than one person in need of medical assistance, if they get my drift... I hate sanctimonious do-nothings.

It’s got to be a combination, with religion attracing the outskirts of sanity, and then the religious echo-chamber and indoctrination making sure they stay on the outskirts.

Interesting. If iced tea is offered, I just assume that I’m about to get carded for something.

She had filled a water bottle with water. Unbeknownst to her, the dude had dumped that out and filled it with vodka instead. Expecting the bottle to still contain the water she had originally poured, she used that bottle to top up the baby’s bottle. It’s entirely possible to pour vodka without really smelling vodka,…

Well, I left that company almost 7 years ago. The rest of them, by pure chance I would have to guess. Indiana’s message to the state’s workforce is loud and clear: You are replaceable. And I’m sure I was, but I don’t really care because I left to pursue my dream career and haven’t looked back.

Most likely not. I worked in a warehouse in Indiana for a long time. Indiana has very few worker’s rights laws, and their OSHA is a fucking joke, with a telephone line that endlessly loops back upon itself. I once (warning, graphic description ahead) cut my arm with a box cutter all the way through the dermis to the…

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*wince* Ouch.

OMTINYSQUEE.

Totally agree. I can think of reasons, but it is very misleading. However, the damage is still the fault of the person who broke the window, so...

So...they paid to get the window repaired, right?

No, no, remember the floral monstrosity from her first pregnancy... *shudder*

I don’t know, he looks less disgruntled than usually. And that dress is nice! Flattering, even, unlike last pregnancy’s “sofa your aunt won’t get rid of” number.