TATTOO PARLORS, DEAR LORD

This is why I travel by horse and buggy, or rickshaw when I can.

Okay, I know I’m a terrible Catholic, because when I read the title I assumed she strangled her mother with the rosary beads, and I thought, “Wow, those are impressively strong rosary beads!”

Not laughing. Not laughing. Not laughing. FUCK! Wine all over the screen!

Also I think Dostoevsky should be named as a co-conspirator, since this sounds like something that would happen in one of his extra-sick-and-twisted tales.

A 61-year-old woman is accused of killing her 93-year-old mother by jamming rosary beads down her throat.

That's correct. If he actually experienced the damage to his eye he claims he did, then I would bet that his retina would have detached the next time he sneezed or hit the brakes a little harder than usual.

For what it’s worth, a friend who has been to Lambert’s insists the rolls are so light that anyone who could injure someone with one “needs to professionally go into either baseball or murder.”

Totally on target; that douche canoe doesn’t have anything to offer a mate except his inadequacies.

Multiply legitimate challenges in relationships by factors of “hyper-masculine environment” (pro sports) and “woman-in-masculine-space,” and a massive proportion of hetero men would peace out. “I need to be the primary career and ego in the relationship,” is pretty standard in the lives of male pro athletes, just most…

Agreed, he’s a dingus.

It just reeks of insecurity.

Hahahahaha, I had a boss like this. Punk used to go on about how he was doing so well (he was moving up pretty quick) that he and his wife didn’t need her measly lil’ salary. One day, he came in with steam coming out of his ears; seems that wifey-poo got offered a massive promotion - with a tripling of her pay, which…

My dad worked in a casino. He started out as a card dealer and gaining enough experience he was moved into management. He became the director which meant he ran that department. This meant that dad was in charge of the casino on weekends. He was the Man.

Gasp! Are you claiming marriage is a-a-a PARTNERSHIP?

She’s needs a guy who’s gonna take a back seat and that’s not me,

“He looked and saw he had nowhere to go other than running, and I said, ‘I can outrun you. Give it up.’

Roller derby is the best! The ladies who compete are badass and fierce. Not surprised at all to hear that they are heroes too.

This is my neighborhood. I will be launching a very informal but Judy Blume themed investigation.