I don’t understand the appeal of Blake Shelton. He looks and sounds just like my old boss, who was a misogynistic idiot who literally called me the day after I was hospitalized for a mental health episode to see if it was in any way work related and would be a liability.

What fucking prison has cake? Even the State Transitional Housing (for prisoners who are about to be released) doesn’t serve dessert here.

We had a pair of Chinese-American fraternal twins in my high school math. One was good at science and English, the other was good at math and history. They banked on the fact that people couldn’t tell them apart, wore the same clothes, and took tests for one another in their subject strengths. It was a whole four…

A company I used to work for hired a fake doctor. He was licensed in Nigeria but not in the US. His neighbor here was licensed in the US, but was away for an extended period of time running for public office in Ghana. Fake doctor looks enough like real doctor (5'5", 150 lb, dark skin, bald, brown eyes) that he stole…

I have never seen that. I’ll have to check it out!

How to run a ridiculously wealthy ‘church’*:

OMG that’s like a million times worse.

That’s it, I can’t find this Trump and white suprmacy crap even remotely funny anymore. I stopped buying the “white supremacists are dumb yet harmless in this age” lie when a young man killed nine black people at church in my state. This past autumn, I awoke to a bag of rocks on our porch with a note saying “Sleep…

It’s the exact same color as the sheets my husband and I used to own. I have a trichromatic anomaly and we would always argue about their color. Our sheets are now shades of grey for simplicity.

Hate to say it, but I couldn’t get through the first episode. The jokes were fine, but the laugh track every thirty seconds was so obnoxious. I get that laugh tracks were a thing in the 90s but you don’t need one for every damn pun you make.

I’m going to say that Yoko Ono is actually one of the kindest people out there. My aunt and uncle have a cabin in Upstate NY farm country. Yoko has a property a quarter mile or so down the road. She showed up randomly with a tray of sweets and introduced herself. When she saw that my aunt had a buttload of antiques…

That’s what I was going to say. I grew up Catholic, which isn’t as Satan-heavy as something like Pentacostalism, and there were only two times you talk about Satan on the regular:

It’s a policy that my state (SC) has in place. If you want TANF or SNAP and are a single mom, you *need* to have child support in place first. They make some exceptions (i.e. rape, domestic violence, etc.) but it can leave a woman utterly fucked if they can’t track down the father/he works off the books/he ignores…