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Geez you guys are jerks. Living here is hard enough considering our elected officials. We do not ALL live in trailer’s parked at the governor’s mansion.

There’s a vanity plate on it that reads, “Symbolic.” It’s all I could think of while watching the video. This is all so “Symbolic.”

That video gave me chest pains. Also I never thought his facial expressions could get more insane than when he was dealing with Kristen. Yikes.

Thank you!I call them Archie and Lennie for short.

Thanks! She’s about to turn 11 months old, so it looks like I’m always going to have an itty bitty kitty.

This is Archimedes trying to escape to meet Tilly.

This just happened to me. Just NOW. When I used my words to set some boundaries he sent me texts calling me crazy etc. I just asked him not to criticize my eating. I googled negging, and this is what came up. I’m proud of myself, but I still feel like I did something wrong.

Are we soul mates? We’d never actually hang out, but I bet we’d text a lot.

I reserve the right to go an entire weekend without showering, and if I want to pair this activity with wearing stretch pants and eating pizza out of the box I certainly will. This just really clashes with a Sunday night pop in. :)

TBH there have been a few periods in my life where my anxiety and depression have made me feel like I couldn’t have people in my apartment. If something broke I’d use duct tape to hold it together until I felt comfortable with people again. That being said nothing catastrophic ever broke during those periods. (EG: I’m

Oh I have a name for this phenomenon. It happens to some men in middle age, and it is totally called “meatball head.” John Travolta and my mom’s ex-boyfriend has it too. In the ex-boyfriend case it is enhanced with a rosy coloring due to the dude’s alcohol consumption. Meatball head!

OH MY GOD IT’S CLIP CLOP. He whinnied and made galloping sounds. I think there are actual tears in my eyes. This was possibly my favorite toy ever, and I have no idea where it is now. I imagine it’s in toy heaven with my Barbie Dream House and my Spectra doll, but it probably just ended up in some desolate landfill

I live two blocks from a highway. I am familiar with this sound in the middle of the night.

Look! People even pose with it. Sigh...

Ugh... How can I agree with this more? Blake Shelton is from my teeny tiny little hometown, and the entire populace treats him like a saint. I’ve always found him irksome, and I really dislike his music. Every time I am confronted with the, “Welcome to Ada, home of Blake Shelton,” sign I throw up in my mouth a little.

So ignoring an agreed upon safe word and raping another person is okay because you don’t agree with the way they have sex? It seems as though you don’t really understand how BDSM works. Scenario: a man and a woman agree to have vaginal sex. The man attempts to have anal sex with the woman. She says no. He ignores her

Are you attempting to compare rapists to tigers? I mean, if all rapists wore signs saying, “I am a rapist. I will ignore your safe words, and I will do things to you physically without your consent,” you might have come somewhere close to a decent comparison.

One would hope so, but I bet they were terrible tippers.

I cannot choose between Rooney Mara and Annie Clark. I might just lean toward Annie because I think she hides the secrets of moonlight and love in her hair.

The rest of my hair decides on it’s own which team is going to play that day.