As someone who will use the men’s bathroom when the line for the women’s is too long I can say with certainty that public facilities for either sex are pretty much equally disgusting. Let’s do away with bathroom gender an focus on a public campaign to shame people who pee all over the seat.

Please don’t speak for us.

I once tried to text “Bah humbug” to a friend of mine who was being overly chipper during the holiday season. My phone autocorrected to “Vag humdinger”. And now that is what I say all the time.

The wickedly talented, Kyle Weezt.

That’s how I hear the song too. Jolene hasn’t done anything but come to town and the narrator knows her dickbag husband is going to go sniffing around over there. And she needs her husband to stay her husband b/c that’s all she has. She doesn’t have money or a career to support herself and her kids. So she just prays…

Close - Texas! My father is, in fact, my brother. For true, his parents adopted me.

*hugs* Thank you!

Is it? The narrator of that song does feel unreliable and sounds to me like she knows her man is actually terrible and likes Jolene without Jolene even having to try, Jolene just happens to be beautiful and effortless. The narrator’s desperation feels like she just doesn’t want to lose him because she can’t function…

Damn Ads, that is some heavy shit. I can relate a little bit being raised by some serious Christian fundies. I get it though. No matter what, that world marks you. No matter how many miles or years you put between yourself and it. Hope you are doing ok. Love and respect.

My father was indeed a cult leader, and I spent the first seven or so years of my life in a cult. It was smallish (~20-25 people, at various times), and we never made the papers or anything, but I had a very strange childhood, for sure, and I’m still fucked up in a lot of ways because of it.

My mother, who was fiercely intelligent, spent nearly a decade of her life in a religious cult, something that affected her until the day she died. The thing that broke her to the point that she was receptive to my father, who led said cult? Her husband having an affair with and then abandoning her for her best…

It sounds like hot shit but will probably be cold diarrhoea.

Ironically, Twain found love again with Swiss-born Nestlé exec Frédéric Thiébaud, Marie-Anne’s ex-husband.

You can get all kinds of puppies at my club...mind you that club is my work and the only drinking that happens is at our Beer Tasting fundraiser. But still, plenty of puppies. Like the ones in my office right now:

One day Mamanova picked me up from school and she looked so drawn and sad. She worked a lot and that made us latchkey kids so for her to be waiting when school let out was unusual. I thought something was wrong or that she was really sick. When I asked her if everything was okay she said: “The greatest singer in the…

Imhofe: “This was a bad decision!”

The couple equivalent to a day old Snickerdoodle.

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It’s what you do on your bar mitzvah.