I haven’t seen all of Hannibal, but that is always the funnest creepy part - “that looks delici- oh fuck, right, it’s people. GODDAMIT.”

So jealous - I can knit, purl, kill, increase, and decrease, but only if I’m looking at my hands, which makes TV-watching hard. If I do any of those things without looking, it all becomes a big mess :/. Maybe I should get into podcasts...

I’ve basically made peace with the fact that I will never be able to stay still/play dead, even if it would save my life. I’ll freak out and run away, drawing the t-rex away from my more sensible loved ones. At least my death will not be in vain.

MAYBE IF THEY STOPPED FLYING AROUND, I WOULDN’T FLAIL LIKE AN IDIOT.

Yeah. Wish they’d leave the guns at home, but... *shrug*.

I blame this guy. Do we know his political affiliation?

It’s really not. I could attach a big brush to the front of my car and have it done in 2 hours (assuming no traffic - with traffic, probably three). I’d have to figure out a way to keep the brush filled with paint, but that’s just a technical issue. I can do it, and still have time to catch a ferry the hell out of…

A really horrible thing happened in my hometown about a decade ago, and shortly afterward I got an invite on FB to a group called something like “Stop saying [hometown] is racist!” *headdesk* Maybe just stop being racist, guys.

Technically, that’s the term for what’s between the dick and the asshole.

Her smile in that photo is so “I really thought he’d be dead by now, but THIS?”

Can we stick him back underwater, at least 2000ft?

“I know a good kid when I see one. Because they’re ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like you drag them down and convince them they’re no good.”

There are nearly 800 comments on this now, so few people will see this anyway, but I’d venture a guess that people are up in arms about their GoFundMe because of... oh, damn, what’s the word I’m looking for? It starts with an “r”...

There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance.

Indeed :).

Shoes are hot, and dumb, and my toes need to be freeeeeeeee.

Also to not forge in crayon (my sister learned that the hard way in 1st grade).

Yup. There is zero obligation for anyone to contribute, and anyone who does is doing so with their own money. *Their* money. Not yours (eta: general “yours”, not you, thetallblonde. I’m just replying to you because I don’t want to get in a troll battle), or your tax dollars, or whatever.

Truth. I was a lifeguard for a few summers in high school, and I still love swimming, but no matter where you swim, there is poop in the water. Most of the time it’s perfectly safe because there isn’t a lot of it, or there’s chlorine, but I guarantee there is poop in the water. *Burkinis* are bad for hygiene? LOL, ok.

I have a love/hate with potlucks because I love the concept (for all the reasons you describe), but they stress me out SO MUCH. First figuring out what to make, then worrying that I made it ok or “this tastes great, but it looks bad”, spending too much time looking at other people’s plates and the dish I brought,…