Dear God, please the mare.

It’s on Netflix in Canada. I tried watching it but it seemed like it was trying too hard to be cool.

Always wear your glasses, I almost did the same thing. Late at night, I opened the garage door, saw a dark shape and assumed it was our black cat. I called his name, he didn’t respond. I called him again and this time he came closer to the light. It was a skunk. Did NOT let him in the house.

Sarah, you need to get your ass back to Pleasantville.

Same shit, different day.

My mother did that once many years ago. Waited patiently in line while the cashier chatted with her friend, then waved a friend through ahead of her. My mother watched the cashier ring up all of her purchases and then walked out. This was in the day when you had to physically punch in every item, there was no swiping.…

Fuck this store. Fuck their president’s half-assed apology. Fuck the old white hag who confronts kids in the store and then needs an escort to her car in fucking broad daylight. Fuck the mealy mouthed “shocked” and “this is not us bullshit.”that comes out of every corporate office when they see that they may lose…

Groundhog was brown, nuff said.

I stand firm with my belief that a cupcake needs twice as much icing as cake. However, 2/3 sounds like a reasonable compromise for amateurs.

But if they did wave to her, she’d be afraid that they were going to cross the street to rape her. So 911 for safety!

Please add liking Donald Trump.

You keep polishing that turd, Rudy and one day it will turn into gold.

It’s the same people who always show up late, wander around barefoot and blow their noses on the tablecloth. It’s because they’re “free thinkers.”

Perhaps, but if I could take all my bedroom furniture, personal toilet paper and toilet seat cover with me whenever I had to spend a night away, I’d put up the side eye. I love my double bed with my personal ass print embedded in it.

I was lucky, I worked the evening shift so it wasn’t an issue for me. The kitchen visitors were usually her church lady friends who liked to take a peek now and then. Fun fact, this fine Christian person screwed me out of two years of tip outs. It was the first time I worked in a restaurant and didn’t know of such…

Yep, anyone could wander into the kitchen anytime. It was part of the owner’s “we have nothing to hide from our customers” policy. It was also fucked up in so many other ways. Tip stealing, hidden cameras, random firings, unpaid overtime. One of the cooks was sleeping with two of the servers. Strangely enough, she…

The icing to cake ratio is very wrong. Twice as much icing as cake is the rule for any civilized person.

I worked at a place where the owner’s grandkids were often dropped off by their mother who then wandered off herself. Of all the staff I was the only one who told the kids to stand back when I was opening oven doors and removing racks of bread. The same owner had an open kitchen policy which meant people could come in…

KHAAAAAAANNNN!

My mother has been collecting those figurines for years. When she passes away there is going to be a Battle Royale for possession of them. I figure whoever gets to the house first is going to snatch them up.