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My husband is too angry at him to watch. I can’t get enough. 

Yes, I gave this to my son for Christmas. My grandfather was a Native American, through and through, yet not a speck of NA showed up. PLONK!

I bought my 5 series wagon (new) in 2003. I have just reached 60K miles. I have never loved a car so much in my life, and I have been driving since 1972.

It was pretty funny today while I was in the pool at physical therapy, and we got pretty raucous, so much so, our therapist told us (nicely), that we needed to get back to our previous conversation re: food, so I said, “Okay. I even hate the way Trump eats.”

I have an Hitachi Magic Wand which pleasures and juices at the same time, so they can certainly have dual purposes. ;)

Yeah, I felt bad about being manipulative, but I know if someone had a decal on their vehicle that would be “charitable” with my family if I were killed, I would *probably* be a little more charitable with them now. It’s worth a shot and it’s not something that I would be opposed to doing on its own merits anyway.

I know. Some people can’t see past today. They think free needles will cause entire high schools to empty of their students who are out shooting up heroin. They can’t imagine that it’s already drug using people who need it to try and stem HIV/AIDS, Hep. B and endocarditis, and all the sequelae of that. A stitch in

Thank you. He is schooled on it already. I told him to be nothing but polite, but shut his pie-hole about anything they are doing. We also have a local police chapter of The 100 Club, and I give a yearly donation in exchange for stickers/decals for the cars showing we support local police and their families, in case

I just realized you probably weren’t talking about Florrie, lol. I had her on my mind with this topic.

You probably know this, but just in case, Amy Sedaris’s “Strangers With Candy” character is based on old Florrie. Florrie was still alive at the time.

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This film made me start smoking reefer as a kid. :)

My friends and I were hassled by the cops when we were white teenagers in the 1970's. I was arrested along with my brother, my boyfriend and a friend, when I was about 15, with the charge of being in possession of a dangerous substance (psilocybin mushrooms). The cops completely lied their asses off about the entire

Free, clean needles would be nice, too. Also free condoms.

No shit. I know my youngest kid smokes weed, and when he goes out his white friends, I’m not so concerned. When he goes out with his AA friends, I’m terrified until he gets home. I know he’s more likely to be swept up and in danger of arrest/harm than if he was with his white friends.

I don’t think that it caused someone not already into the drug culture to fall off a cliff and start doing drugs. I think it was glamorous to people already in that scene and it’s a case of water seeking its own level.

That was *exactly* what I was thinking. I get angry at men that go to strip clubs to objectify women, many strippers who are very damaged, but then I think of the hustle the women put on for money and I just get mad at all of them, thinking they do deserve each other.

I HAVE to wear them if I’m showing substantial leg. I have livedo reticulerous, which is a close cousin to Raynaud’s, and my legs look white, white, white, except for the 40% that is a glorious aubergine marbling my gams. Not a great look.

My kids have all been reared to come to me with any questions about B/C, emphasizing there were no bad questions. I showed the boys the drawer full of condoms I had for them, and my daughter was to tell me when she decided to go on OC’s, or just how she wanted to handle her reproductive life and I would assist her.

I’m sorry for your disability. That sucks.

I haven’t filled out an app in forever, but last time I did, I recall the app asking my race but it was “voluntary” and I would voluntarily decide it was none of their business.

My kids always got stuff from school (I’m talking last year) that also “voluntarily” asked race. I