I vape and use edibles to help with nausea caused by medication side effects. It’s very effective for me. If you vape, save all your vaped weed and use that for making a coconut oil infusion (or any infusion) to then use for cooking. That way the same weed gets you high twice! (We make gummies with the coconut oil,…

My MIL used coconut oil infused with pot with her stomach cancer. Apparently it was quite helpful.

Friends mom used tincs to help with her nausea during aggressive brain cancer.

It’s not exactly personal, because it wasn’t me using them, but my uncle used edibles while going through cancer treatments and they really really helped with nausea. The same with my sister-in-law’s mother. Either of them used cannabis prior to treatment.

The whole time with that girl I thought they were going to double back on that trope. Then it just kept rolling on and finally I thought “Well, I guess we are doing this.”

Delicate little shit. Boasts about being a serial sexual predator, can’t handle being seen as a sexual predator.

I can’t even look at those little ones holding hands...they must be so afraid,

i saw the picture of the little kids holding hands and immediately teared up. why. how. why.

Stories like this occasionally make me understand why someone would willingly choose to drive such a distance than fly. At least then if you don’t reach your destination, it’s usually your own fault rather than something entirely outside your control.

And, he’s down at Mar-a-Lago because of course he is.

It shouldn’t have to be said, but I will say it anyway: If you voted for Trump because you “just didn’t like Hillary,” I will never fucking forgive you.

That’s because I used to say, “I’m going over to Julie’s,” and then I walked over to Julie’s. If I were a kid right now, my mom would have to phone Julie’s mom and schedule something three weeks out, between flute and tennis, and my mom would take me the quarter of a block to Julie’s and not leave while I had a…

It seems unfair to lump poor Dobby in with Ku Klux Keebler.

Al Franken is a caring nurturer, a U.S. Sentator, but not above whupping that lying ass.

Speaking of comedy writers, John Oliver describing Sessions as “the unfortunate result of Dobby the House Elf’s one-night stand with a Confederate flag” was gold.

Former model here. Maida and Ramy are sick fucks. Their thing is to call hundreds of girls they have no intention of ever booking to a casting all at the same time and have them wait from 4-8 hours to be seen. They take their books when they arrive (agency portfolios - cost a bunch of money and are hard to replace) so…

I like Lance Bass.

They could have eliminated that idiot Justin Timberlake song & dance number that went on FOREVER at the beginning and had room for all the people who had passed away.