When I got married, we didn’t want to spend a lot or make a big crazy deal out of it. We thought, let’s just have a barbecue/party in the park. But we realized we would need cover because of unpredictable weather, and you can’t believe how much a large tent (to hold 100-150 people) costs. I don’t remember exactly but…

This is me at the shooting range with an automatic weapon! Don’t you want to date me?

I think some people, myself included, just have some good ole hamburger/hotdog eyes. One’s always going to open more than the other ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Before I say this, I absolutely believe that gun access contributes in a major way to the increase of mass shootings. HOWEVER, this section also gave me pause:

“Gun fatalism” reminds me of a mindset that I hear in a lot of conversations with people raised in and around Appalachia: that life is hard and the forces of nature are set against you and cruelly indifferent. Shit happens to people. It happens a lot. It’s fire and flood and mudslides and tornados, and now it’s guns…

I’d like to see a discussion about dating/marrying someone of a different economic class. I was raised by middle-class parents: mom was a former teacher and dad was in construction sales. All of my grandparents died broke, and I worry about my parents’ ability to support themselves as they age.

In general, talking with my aging parents about their retirement and if they have enough saved up. They’re only in their early sixties, but my mom has already had to retire from her work due to a physical disability. Neither of them have been pinnacles of financial responsibility, and they never really talked about…

Great advice! Also, Joan Williams is my friend’s Mom.

Counter-counter point. Your junk may seem clean, you haven’t been putting it anywhere and it certainly hasn’t been walking around touching everything, but your forgetting one thing: your junk lives in a cotton sack with your anus, which is a filthy animal. your pants/underwear/whatever is going to help bacteria from…

Also I don’t care if you peed on your hands - you touched your junk! I feel like all these guys (because let’s be honest, it seems to all be guys) think their dicks are somehow sterile.

But you touch your dick. And possibly other things in the bathroom, like the doorknob. I don’t understand adults that don’t want to wash their nasty hands. Ew.

All of you assholes in the comments talking about how you don’t pee on your hands, so you shouldn’t have to wash them, are missing the point. This is one of the few times during the day you will be near a sink. You have touched other dirty things throughout the day—money, bus/subway poles, the office copier, your cell…

As an ICU nurse/educator I have to watch people wash their hands and grade them all the time. To make sure length of time is followed, I tell people to sing simple songs such as “ABC” or“Happy Birthday” or “Yankee Doodle” among others (to themselves). Friction is important, and getting between your fingers as well as…

That’s true, I guess it’s somewhat situational. In the instances I’ve seen it, it was because a co-worker lost a loved one, and another who lost their dog. I can see how it could be manipulative in other scenarios though.

Was thinking the same thing

For real. I have an ‘85 CJ with pretty basic coverage for $900 a year and its worth like...40 bucks (to the insurance company).

Thanks, that’s super helpful

I’ve had co-workers cry at work, and it’s never been an issue to me. I can’t stand the stigma our society has around crying. It is NOT a weakness. It’s a human expression. Not that crying at work should be happening every day, because that would likely be a sign of a larger problem, but if it happens, it happens. I…

I love any idea that brings more colors to cars, so by default I’m all about this.

BLACK WITH BLACK RIMS AND LIMO TINT BRO!