Prime Dork, or Prime Minister Dork.

But I really wanted this to work so I could give my old fuck wad of gynecologist my uterus.

I was wondering what was so negative to make them refuse. I’ve had plenty of bad experiences in Canadian healthcare, I have PTSD from it, so I can understand avoiding it for myself, but not for a child. Hell, when had Bell’s Palsy, I still went to the ER to double check it wasn’t a stroke.

What negative experience could you have with the healthcare system to make you think that those juices or whatever are a better idea?

It’s kinda like finding the flavour of dirt you like. Apparently I like the ones that taste like wet moss and then someone blew nice second hand smoke in my mouth.

I’m pretty sure that my heart grew a few sizes with joy the more and more I imagined it. I am gonna sleep well tonight.

My terrible answer: to give it to my male gynecologist so he wouldn’t be such a fuck wad and would maybe understand that shit fucking hurts. I want that asshole to loose a litre of blood, every month for 8 months and then let me laugh at him and tell him he’s imagining it.

I saw it when it was playing at a local university. No kids. 17-60s year olds all misty eyed.

One of my co-workers survived polio with a withered limb, my other co-worker is an anti-vaxxer makes sure not to discuss anti-vaxxing around my other colleague.

Pretty much what they told me, and to get pregnant as soon as I could!

Or you are too argumentative and critical rather than strong and analytic.

Do one about Bubble Guppies. The one where they take the whale the hospital I was trying so hard not to start screaming at the tv.

Still three. I had similar gig when I was a marker/grader. it would only spawn twice a semester, but it was busy.

Same boat as you. I thought I had it rough with 2 jobs, one factory and one as an adjunct. Factory work pays better and has benefits.

Nemesis should be lower or forgotten about.

KILL IT WITH FIRE!!

Me too. I was also afraid of failure. That if I didn’t make it work, then I had failed. I remember when I was in the hospital and they gave me a bunch of numbers and addresses for shelters and help, and I couldn’t connect that I was being abused. (Note, I was being assessed for PTSD, not for physical violence)

I actually laughed out loud.

In WoW I use to hear “sorry Comcast” or “Sorry Rogers” (Admittedly, not from people I beat, but fellow raiders, but ya there was always the person who was shit that said that.)

most of my family saw that movie together. We still say ‘eat the fish’ when arguments get weird.