Bruh. Brooklyn has pools. And quite a long stretch of beach. Jacobs ain’t chained up in that Bed-Stuy basement.

He has very publicly taken responsibility for his past, learned from it, and grown beyond it. Your unwillingness to allow a person to legitimately change is more of a problem. Also, several of your incidents listed amount to “police were unnecessarily involved in an argument.”

How is “LOLNats” not a tag already?

You have a deep, desperate misunderstanding of addiction. Please, please educate yourself before you say something so profoundly idiotic again.

Heroin is the best thing ever. Especially for someone with bipolar disorder. Imagine never, ever feeling “OK” in your life, then you put this in your body and suddenly you feel calm, your mind quiets, and everything, absolutely everything, is “OK.” Not “amazing.” Not even “great.” But everything. Is. OK.

This. So much this. And I can’t believe she is getting a free pass on this. She is perhaps the most culpable of all the Repug candidates on this (they all shoulder some of it, though), and nobody is nailing her to the fucking wall for it like they should.

Some dicknose congressman was on Diane Rheem today blabbing all about mental illness, and only mental illness, and tsk-ing anyone who dared bring up all of the other things that pushed this man towards this act of terrorism, and it clicked a little bit for me: Republican politicians literally only care about mental…

I seriously only get my hair cut twice a year because of exactly this. I truly hate the small talk in the chair. Before I left NYC I had finally found what I needed with the Russian place around the corner ($12/cut, straight razor on my neck, and no need to talk), but I’ve not been so lucky where I am now.

Well, you really should know the prices, but, yeah, I get it.

Or, if you’re at a bar I worked at in the late ‘90s, and there’s a handmade sign that says “HEY YOU! Don’t Fucking Stand Here!!!”

“Buybacks” are considered a reward for good customers, and some bars encourage something like every 5th drink. It’s not practiced everywhere, however.

And then they turn to their seven friends and ask what they want, and then - provided I’ve actually served them and not moved on to the next person who has some fucking clue how this whole interchange works - they wait until you tell them the total to even think about pulling their wallet out.

Bloom County really had Trump pretty well nailed back in the late ‘80s. He’s not changed one bit.

Jameis Winston is a not-very-bright teenager’s facebook posts anthropomorphized.

And they haven’t endorsed a winner in how long? 100 years?

I feel like you’re allowed to shame someone who has lap band surgery because his chosen lifestyle has made him dangerously, morbidly obese, then continues that exact same lifestyle, eating towers of loaded nachos as snacks.

Ugh. John Star. Shut up. Nobody cares that your baby Romaine was “fresh, scissor-cut, home-grown.” Jesus, you win most fucking pretentious description of a sandwich ever presented.

Prince wrote many, many songs that others turned into hits.

To be fair, this is what she does. She obfuscates, shifts blame, and implicates uninvolved parties as scapegoats. It’s literally why she is where she is today.

It’s not bullshit, but, in Carly’s case, she was terrible. That doesn’t mean that female execs don’t catch a shitload of misogyny, and it also doesn’t mean that plenty of what Carly caught wasn’t misogyny, just that she deserved to be ridiculed because she was awful, not because she was a woman.