Bumpit. Bumpit. Bump...IT. Bumpit, man. I can’t stop looking at it.
Bumpit. Bumpit. Bump...IT. Bumpit, man. I can’t stop looking at it.
Hugtite Lane, Squeezemburg, later incorporated into PoundTown due to suburban sprawl.
Me too!
I actually think I had that exact shirt/skirt combo from Contempo Casuals in the nineties.
Yeah I was once furiously writing away in a black-and-white composition book and accidentally hand-wrote “fo” instead of “of”. My teacher cracked up.
This is both a very goth and very Martha Stewart-ish sentence. It is like from the the HP Lovecraft manual of childrearing.
In my nightmares, Charlie Puth shows up with his little fucking piano everywhere when I’m trying to get shit done, busting through walls like Sergio, the oily sexy sax guy from SNL (via The Lost Boys).
Her boob window matches her hairline perfectly. Is that a trend I missed?
I similarly eulogized my own dad. And I was known as the one person in the family who could usually speak at funerals, and I was just wrecked, shocked, unable to speak at all. It was like his death finally silenced me.
When I was a little kid, I told my big brother (and many others) that he was adopted because he was blond/green-eyed and we were all brown-haired/brown-eyed. I didn’t realize how incredibly cruel that sounded until years later. Ah, recessive genes...
When I was a little kid my grandpa took me to a baseball game, the Cincinnati Reds vs the San Francisco Giants. Imagine my disappointment when the visiting team turned out to be normal-sized men.
Have you seen Divorce Corp? Documentary film about the divorce industry. And it is an industry — extra-constitutional, no regulation, billions of dollars flowing through, judges/lawyers/evaluators acting without oversight... It is incredible and horrifying.
You are amazing. Please write something long-form. “Luckless bastard” is a phrase I need to hear more often.
Confused/non-participating Chewie! Gwendolyn Christie looking like she’s going to kill/fuck someone! Carrie Fisher’s earrings! Chewie looking around again at all the mumbling weirdos! I love it.
Agreed — there are so many red flags here. I commented above about the unquestionably abominable behavior of this judge. And yet, a woman who has this many attorneys, with a history of taking punitive action against court-appointed therapists and now a judge...it sounds very cluster B, personality disordered to me.
This is unfortunately just one example of the general shit-show-ness that is family court. Family court judges are allowed a tremendous amount of leeway in interpreting laws and doling out visitation time. This woman’s derision of these children is not the first or last time this will happen.
Marry me. I love you. I died at the singular “Star War”.
For real. This just goes to show you how pervasive the idea is that if a rape doesn’t cause physical injury, that it’s not as serious. Many rapes lead to long-term consequences that include suicide.
“I don’t care if you don’t feel like wearing yellow, Craig. I matched that sweater to the omelet and so help me god you will put it on or you can sit on the basement stairs to eat your blueberry gems.”
Dude, no amount of salz or paprika could convince me to eat that. Are those blood clots floating to the surface there on the left?