realgingertaste
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realgingertaste

“It Was Never Not the 90's. (subtitle) A Tale of Ohio”

On the upside when one of those bitches tried to physically pull me out of a (Mcdonalds!) drive through window my small stature and the relative height of the window meant she couldn’t tip me over enough to get me out the window. It did not help her that I was

Oh fuck me. This is the very particular brand of lower middle class white trash Ohio seems to grow like it’s the only thing our soil supports. From the hard slick back ponytails to the Midwestern mommy facebook outrager version of the “I want to talk to the manager, never mind lets beat some ass” haircut, Sams club

I was 11 years old when Columbine happened. It was shocking, it was sad, it was enraging - I felt it all. I’m 28 now, and I no longer have feelings about shootings. I feel nothing. They’ve been a part of my life for too long. I’ve had 17 years of the news being peppered with phrases like “mass shooting”, “armed

they are not terrorists, they are just mean drunks

I’ve been flooding my FB newsfeed today with well wishes and awesome videos of love to help counter act friends posting shit about their right to own guns.

Authorities stated that they are not away [sic] of the intentions of the suspect, who is currently in custody.

She definitely had a type.

That would be a fantastic dark comedy.

The husband’s lover.

trying to imagine what kind of life that kid led that made him decide that being the super-creep version of boo radley (now comes with sex!) was a good option.

There once was a girl from Nantucket
with talent as deep as a bucket.
She tried to “sound black”
and wrote songs like a hack
so they gave her a Grammy when they should have said “Fuck it.”

I saw this letter from a Twitter follower, and it is awesome. She “fixed” the father’s court statement to how is really should have been heard.

This just happened to pop up in my Facebook newsfeed... #perfecttiming

You should check out some Japanese porn translated by the British:

Makes sense. The jurors on the Stanford case gave up their time, put aside their daily lives and heard what must have been harrowing testimony. They would have seen photographs and heard medical testimony. It must have been awful. They deliberated and found the accused guilty of a vicious sexual assault. The judge

Oh thank god I am drunk.

That can certainly be considered child abuse, but it no longer counts as a crime against the dog.