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Ernest He-meow-ay?

You can call me Ernest Poppins.

Some people think loyalty trumps moral courage. Some people confuse denial and self-deception with loyalty. So they end up lying to themselves and everyone else and thinking that’s somehow brave.

Looks to me like she’s helping steer the ship.

She’s not the perpetrator, but she sure has been an enabler. I wish there were some proper recourse against her too.

Is she fucking the father? That's the only theory I can come up with for why this vile moron seems more concerned about the father getting what he wants instead of what's best for the kids. Judges like her are evil. That sounds hyperbolic but until you've dealt with a judge or a police officer or any person with

I’m assuning she’s related to another crooked asshat judge named Dave Gorcyca, who afflicted our county for 2 terms as County Persecutor.

The mascot was fired by the Marlins but immediately found work on the North Carolina coast.

I know “Dirtbag” is a light hearted feature and my comment has nothing to do with it’s content. I’m pretty new here and with a few exceptions have found the level of discourse elevated and the differing opinions enlightening. I’ll take a bashing if I have one coming, but this Rachael Dolezal madness is exposing a

White people love nothing better than to keep up a narrative of people of color as “other”.

I have run into a certain attitude towards harassment complaints from businesses. They print policies saying “sexual harassment is bad, OK?” but when a complaint is made, the company line becomes “oh, harassment is bad, but we only hire good people, good people don’t do bad things, so the accused must be innocent

I have about 50 employees, two young managers that mind the day to day customer stuff and two part time assistant managers that back them up. Yes, retail employees can be a pain in the ass, especially the college students. Brown Bottle flu every Saturday morning, etc. But this wouldn’t fly with me.

Thanks for making it so easy, NRA!

Didn't take long.

I was recently picking my boyfriend up from the airport and - with a few minutes to spare - stopped at a convenience store to get us each a drink (him his favorite flavored Snapple). From the second I entered the store, the clerk and a male customer were talking about me, my outfit (work attire), if I had a ring, and

Fucking hell. We are damned if we do and dead if we don’t.

You should probably go ahead and marry him just to be safe.

I’m thinking about what could possibly be going through her head, and really trying to figure out where her heart is, too, and I keep coming up with this hunch that she really was trying to be, I dunno, true to herself somehow...? Or at least she never meant to hurt anyone, in fact quite the opposite...? It has my

What do you expect when you fill a city with financiers. They are professionals at not taking “no” for an answer, not in their professional lives and not in their sneering and snidey “bootstraps” and neo-regency personal ones.

Every time my husband and I ask people to hang out I feel like they’re going to think we’re inviting them to a swinger party. Being a grownup is awkward (or maybe just I am).