...there are dead kindergartners. Maybe hold off on the jokes?

TN doesn’t, it was brought up and shut down as not cost efficient.

I was there this summer, and the art, the crepes, and oh my god can they cook a goose, were huge benefits that kind of smashed the security stuff. On the other hand, the cops all have huge, massive, immense guns, and are not to be fucked with. And I was there during the Bastille Day attack, though I was in Paris and…

She’s ‘white’ but she’s not ‘American-white,’ she’s ‘immigrant white.’  Hence, racism.  Duh.  *grin*

You see, the thing is: a stripper’s qualifications are rightly only judged by their boss, and their purpose of arousing people and pleasing penises (penii?) generally comes with monetary compensation by the aroused/pleased individual. Government officials currently not waving singles (or higher denominations, else…

...is that a parody account? Or did she spell her own child’s name wrong and do a comic book accent on herself?

“Check please!”

Yeah, I completely agree. It’s almost like there’s massive societal, religious, and familial impediments to doing things that would control birth.

Perhaps this is not the time to be #NotAllWhiteWomen. I’m a white woman, and I’m not taking umbrage at this characterization.

That’s horrific for you, and I’m so sorry it’s happening. *hugs*

Just remember, some ham sandwiches are Taylor Swift.

This makes my heart happy and my brain angry.

Came here for this joke; was not disappointed. All the stars to you.

YUUUPPP.

Fuck navient in the ear.

Political tee-shirts are legal in Maryland, so long as you scarper immediately after you vote.

...do you need a sedative?

Hello, are you new to the world of hyperbolic journalism? I ask because the only thing more ridiculous than the headline is railing against the headline, which is, let’s be honest, incredibly typical.

Oh...you’d be surprised. My eyebrows, which are now completely in style, were only one of the things. My tangled hair. My larger than average (Jewish) nose.... I could go on, and on, and on.

I will sometimes bring up the facebook profiles of the kids who tormented me so I can laugh at their miserable tiny lives, and remember that this is just an extension of how miserable and tiny their lives were back then.