A joint is just weed.

That stood out to me. It shows both the crime on black bodies and on women - not even treated as a victim, but as a possession her husband needed to be recompensed for damage to.

I had heard of Ms Taylor before, because Rosa Park was involved with her case as an investigator, to bring the story to the light. She was what spurned the Civil Right movement as we know it. What I did not know was that Ms Taylor is still alive. Which just hammers home how recent all of this is.

Rick and Morty does that interesting thing that dime novels and gangster movies used to do - it condemns its mostly reprehensible central character all the time, but also allows viewers to revel in and tacitly celebrate their transgressive, anti-social qualities. (Lots of pop culture does it, then and now). But…

This has been the best season of Rick and Morty so far so way to go ladies.

I’m just going to randomly whisper “Did she wash her hands?” and then giggle.

Yes, but I once pointed out the double standard of her cleaning all of the trash with water. Because she would sit there and let it run while she fiddled around and during the height of the drought I told her I thought it might be better to just let the trash go rn. Also, I’m all for conservation, but let’s not police…

I couldn’t “courtesy flush” with those toilets.

Honestly, at the moment it was the best laugh I’d had in aggggges. So you’re welcome.:D

Same. When I have to go, I have to go. I’m incredibly regular, and I probably go 3 times a day. I don’t even understand how people can go once in the morning and be done.

I cannot believe people like this. The bathroom is for pooping! Pooping on a desk? Not okay. Pooping in the conference room? Wrong! Behind a bush? Depends on the situation. In a bathroom? *Always* okay. This is the designated pooping location.

Once I was in the loo at the airport and I farted. A woman in another stall said loudly, “That’s disgusting! Who did that?”. I laughed so hard that I farted again and she declared, “I do not have to listen to this!” and stormed out.

I am blessed with the ability to poop very quickly without it being diarrhea. The flip side is the fact that when I have to go, I really can’t fuck around. I have no choice. And I don’t give a fuck, anyway. My co-workers can get bent if they have a problem with it.

My work is a delightful utopia. We have a gym at our facility and immediately outside of our gym area is a whole row of eight bathrooms. Each a single person bathroom with solid walls and a solid sound proof door on them. Each has a constant (quiet) running fan and a shower, a sink, a comfy loveseat and are fully…

That’s a waste of water in CA.

This is me sans the coffee. I even get nervous thinking people are going to recognize my shoes. I did work with one b*tch who came back from the bathroom telling the whole office that the bathroom smelled like shit and how disgusted she was. I asked her what she thinks happens in there and this moment has remained in…

Someone I know who has no problem discussing anything in public once posted the following on Facebook: “The best part about my new job is that I live close enough that I can go home to poop where no one will hear!”

Consider your male colleagues. Do you think they hesitate to shit in public restrooms?

Right?! 14 year olds are fucking babysitters. You’d hire them to watch you let kids and keep them safe.

At 14, you know better.