(I miss the days when we still liked Atticus)

If people think that they didn’t look just as dumb or say things just as dumb as a teenager, they’re remembering their teenage years wrong. You may not have been posing for artsy try-hard pictures in a dress, but you sure as hell did something just as objectively weird.

“These aren’t uncommon reactions for people who have suffered violence at the hands of sexual or romantic partners (and attacking a sexual assault victim’s credibility is a defense tactic as common as it is ugly).”

“Aunt Nancy & Miss Fancy”

Well, it’s being retooled during the hiatus, and hthe mission statements from the new showrunner sound really encouraging:

I don’t mind Bernie. He sounds like my Queens-born father and looks like a Philosophy professor I had in undergrad. His problem is his ideas and proposals, while great, have zero chance of working with the Congress. Congress, which is a bag of dicks, would eat him for lunch. Clinton knows how to work the system in her…

That’s as brazen as asking for leniency for killing your parents because you’re an orphan.

Methinks that there is a painting of her in an attic somewhere growing older on her behalf.

You hold on to this man! He’s a keeper!

I have fingernails and I still can’t peel an orange. Apparently, I am not viable at 1716 weeks.

He is the American Jimmy Savile, in so many ways. I’m talking more about his shameless self-promotion, narcissism, and “I can get away with absolutely anything” attitude than what Savile is now most famous for, but his comments about his daughter generate from me a similar shudder of revulsion as, well, anything…

Iain Banks, the Scottish sci-fi writer.
He has a lot in common with Bowie in that he’s also dead.

I recently started bartending. I’m 23. A 56-year-old man asked me if I’d leave my family if I fell in love with him and was really good in bed. He also told me I needed a man to take care of me because Obamacare and a Link care wouldn’t support me when I pop out babies.

Seriously, this type of shit make me understand Hulk rage

this story is disgusting, but so is your joke.

That’s a piss-poor settlement. Splittting 8 mill? 40k each is peanuts. Those women deserve better than relocating to another shitty section 8 apartment.

Absolutely none of this surprises me. Glasgow is a wonderful, weird, fucked up, sometimes terrifying, sometimes brilliant, place.

Glasgow resident here. A man buzzed our flat at 1am, holding a plant pot. He put the plant pot down - an offering, if you will - moved on to the next flat and buzzed them instead. Made his way down the whole street doing the same. Found the plant pot the next day, sitting outside our door, dead plant inside.

Yeah I’ve been on a night out in Newcastle and I’ve got the night tube home from Central London on NYE I have experienced what we in the UK have to offer.