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As a kid I went to a summer camp in Texas by the Gulf and watched in awe as an oyster boat captain, this salty old sea dog, correctly guessed the water’s salinity by taste alone. I shucked and ate a couple of oysters, but was I more captivated by a fellow camper who was busy consuming DOZENS of them while on a quest

Cersei is basically a malicious antivaxxer who knowingly relies on herd immunity (while HATING the herd) instead of just getting her kids their fucking shots.

Uggggh, I’m so uncomfortable. Watching other people’s humiliation makes me want to cringe myself out of existence on their behalf. I first experienced this feeling as a child watching the Calvin Klein and Johnny B Goode scenes in Back to the Future.

I say this as a white, well-off (enough) mother of a future public school student in Chicago, where we have the same issues of severe segregation and have the same pseudo-progressive white NIMBYs making the same arguments:

Given that rich white parents absolutely do take on more roles in their children’s schools (do I

PTSD plus what is probably an incredible amount of pain killers and other meds. I can’t even begin to imagine what this kid is going to have to go through before he comes out the other side.

Important Email of the Week Update: About 12 hours after the initial Unsolicited Anal Funds Transfer, the guy sent me a request to get back his $130. I did make him wait a little while before responding, but I just couldn’t bring myself to keep it. There but for the grace of yatta yatta, etc. In hindsight, I

If your relationship is so awesome that one of the battles you do pick is the dishwasher, I genuinely commend you and think you’re probably doing a great job, despite what people like me might interject to tell you when they happen to be irritated by, let’s say... a recent similar battle, with their own spouses. I’m

Keep criticizing how she contributes to the household and your battle might be over blessedly soon.

Omg thank you. I am irritated to no end by anonymous internet husbands who complain about their wives and the work their wives do (see: almost every other comment here). Aside from being SO lazy and SO CLICHÉD, it’s also just plain bratty.

Came to say this, basically. If Barbara and his security are aware of this issue, it’s on THEM to protect the women within his reach.

This comment (and many others, to be fair) annoys the shit out of me. 1. Whining about shopping with women is just SO LAZY. And 2. Not to be all #NotAllWives or fuckin #AllWivesMatter, but am I the only wife who actually avoids shopping with her husband at all costs? I doubt it.

A serious question for you commenters with male genitalia: Did he know? Like, as he’s running, his junk is clearly flapping around whether it’s in his shorts or not, but do you think he was aware that he was fully exposed to the world? I can imagine he had no idea, buuut also that he totally knew and LOVED it.

When I

Sadly, I’m guessing his brain will eventually be a guest of what will by then be hundreds of jars labeled: “CTE (Big Time)“

Honestly, that’s kinda what I was thinking. Or to be numb enough to make and take bigger hits during the game. Or maybe people just think drugs are fun and adolescents don’t always have good judgement?

I think you meant, “I’m leaving on a trip, but alpaca star for you.”

Water balloons had already been threatened in the Declaration of Unfriendliness, so Orbit had good reason to be wearing that rain poncho.

I bet this was the root of his falling out with Chris “I definitely look great in this baseball suit!” Christie. They’re both too good at sport and too “competitive” (and spiteful and awful, etc.) to tolerate each other.

Yep, I came here to rep the magical powers of a few glugs of white vinegar in the wash. All of our gym clothes, sheets, and towels get this treatment.

I came here to say this, basically. SO MANY BREWPUBS have kids’ menus but maybe you don’t notice that until you have kids.