Yes, you’re right- Hungary is not America.

“a country that has a long history of people crossing their borders uninvited for what ever reason and usually ending up making life hell for native Hungarians”

My go to curse is: May every step you take feel like you’re walking on Legos.

I guess she could argue that she technically has a heart that pumps blood around her racist, child-kicking body.

Sue him for what, though? Unless Serbia has a very special cause of action for “running into my foot with your body as i chased you,” there is no conceivable cause of action here.

She’s not a heartless, child-kicking racist. She’s a heartless, child-kicking, LITIGIOUS racist. Duh.

I don’t have anything substantial to add to this post (other than agreeing that depictions of rape in media rarely ever treats the subject as anything other than shock value or titillation)....

“Was that so hard?” = “The situation has been resolved to my satisfaction, but I’d still like to start a fight about it.”

Remember to let that Lays bag breathe a little after you open it, I’m sorry aerate.

Just wanted to pop in and mention I accidentally hit a customer in the head with a table last night. Have a great rest of your day.

Desert: Where we berry the bodies of customers who say “cream brulee.”

It starts with “P” and rhymes with “Apa John’s”? So, you worked at Parappa John’s, too? Man, I loved the food there, but that little rapping dog wasn’t a very good boss.

The fact that she’s being this pushy in a place where everyone is naked is super weird. Like...it’s one thing to ask, in passing, when you’re on the same kickball team and you have a rapport. It’s quite another to walk up to a stranger who is the epitome of vulnerable and be all, “Damn, that’s nasty! Let’s talk about…

“throw a hot coal at her”

Still wearing my maternity yoga pants from Target. Still holding up just fine. The kid turns 8 in January.

My pair of old Navy yoga pants ripped at the seams on the inner thighs. This is nothing new to me as every single pair of pants I own will eventually give up in the crotch area. It’s probably different for other fat women but I also happen to ride and bike (lots of rubbing to fabric) and have particularly juicy…

I mean, you can raise your child to know that women are people but in today’s society every other person outside of your home will remind him that in fact we are not. With their actions, with their laws, with their assumptions, with their words.

Oh wow, another misogynist woman-hating teenager who wants to murder women en masse because he was rejected by a female. This shit is getting real old. People - stop raising your boys to think that they are *owed* a woman. We are people, we have agency, we are NOT prizes that one can “win” by being nice or because you…

Jesus kid get your nudes from the internet like the rest of us.

Can you please put a trigger warning. Not everyone finds the images of dead black bodies titillating like white people do. Like would you just throw up an image of a white woman looking like that with no warning?