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Eh, Kinja randomly goes Costco size on the regular.

My toilet would spit it back out in my face, slam the lid, and tell me to fuck right off. Low-flow don't play that way.

Actually this really works. I'm allergic to sunlight and my vampire-like skin darkened very nicely once I became a vegan. Well, a vegan who stays away from the delicious vegan junk food that's everywhere these days. Seriously, it's made a big difference in how I look. I think I look normal now, whereas in high school,

As a Canadian, my first thought is why does anyone need a fully automatic submachine gun for personal use and my second thought is why would a 9 year old even need to learn to shoot such weapons. After thinking about this long and hard (HAHA) I can only deduce that if they tried to limit anyone, 1 month old - 180 year

I'm always fascinated by how these sorts of screw-ups are valued by the people who actually did the screwing up. "Abandoned in a wheelchair for 11 hours? Ehh, $200 in vouchers sounds about right." Oh, okay then. Fucking vouchers.

Here's your photo. By the way, he's blind. A brief bio:

It would be helpful if a Jezzie who is in law enforcement could chime in and help us understand what the training entails and what best practice looks like when you have a person who is resisting. These cover ups, besides denying justice to victims of police brutality, keep us from having important discussions about

I wish they could force him to go to college. Somewhere cold. Lots of Marxists.

Fuck that. I've managed to make my mom believe I'm not a terrible human being for 20-something years. No reason to change it up now...

They published her home address and *gasp* her social security number?! What possible reasoning could they have for this? That was malicious and specifically done to harm her.

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Your brother, and my husband: Boomhauer's brothers, I guess.

My mid-twenties brother has this problem too. Whenever I talk to him on the phone, there's a point where I have to say, "I can't understand you; you're mumbling." Then his speech immediately becomes crystal clear. I'm not sure if he even realizes he's doing it unless you tell him.

I called them once. They asked me for my personal info before counseling me, and grew angry when I was reluctant to provide it. Luckily, I'm still around to complain. Would not recommend.

His parents are hoping that kindergarten will help. They have a thing in the spring for the 4-year-olds, where they can (optionally) come in in the mornings for a couple of weeks (they have their own little class, taught by a couple of the kindergarten aides) to get them used to the idea of school and let them meet

I always felt "craziest one in the room" is an under valued defense mechanism. Maybe it takes a certain degree of misanthropy to have one of those moments where you say or do something that makes people back away from you and think "wait, I can use this..."

When my mom worked for B&N she had a coworker, Nan? who'd had some kind of legit mental issues earlier in life that resulted in her carrying around a puppet companion that she treated like a person. She was a ventriloquist, so the puppet did talk "independently" and he would interact with coworkers and customers

When you're right, you're allowed to be pedantic. Good call.

Irrelevant. She was registered to vote, presented her voter registration and it should have went exactly the way its went for 79 years prior.

This is actually a story about a fellow server, a very young, vivacious, kind, and quirky girl whom everyone loved working with, with but nonetheless had a pronounced ditzy streak.

I was a movie theatre snack bar person in high school. This man used to come in every week and I had a major crush on him. It was so bad that he would give me his order and I'd stare at his dreamy face and then forget every single item of his order. Every week. "So you said a large Pepsi?" "No, medium 7-up." "And a