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What I'm seeing is the MRAs insisting this guy wasn't a <i>real</i> MRA and even if he was, SO WHAT? WON'T SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK ABOUT THE VICTIMS? (And by 'victims', they seem to mean themselves because Not All Men morphs with such ease into Not All MRAs.)

It's at least as headache-inducing as the version you

I needed this story so much right now. So much. I just finished reading about the latest rapist asshole who will serve no time prison time (the one where the judge admonished the woman he raped — his ex-wife — to forgive the rapist asshole) and I've been teetering on the edge of a rage-induced stroke.

You and your

I felt it for the guy working the pharmacy the other day. He kept singing just chorus from Imagine Dragons' 'Radioactive' then kind of having to trail off, then he'd belt the chorus again. I could tell he had the earworm trapped hard in his head, despite apparently only knowing only that particular piece of the

I might try that. My go-to has long been Denis Leary's 'Asshole', especially the bit about 'I drive really slow in the ultra fast lanes/while people behind me are going insane' when I am behind THOSE drivers. This should be a nice variation, thanks.

(Also? I don't experience road rage. I do occasionally commit acts

All I can think is how much the artist must have been giggling when he made this. It's the most horrifying and hilarious thing I've seen in a long time, partly because I have a bone spur that's grown from a cervical vertebra into my throat and this is how I feel most of the time. IT'S AS IF HE CAN SEE INTO MY VERY

They get so excited when I monologue at them in that shouty, fake-outraged voice. They all start doing their weasel war dances and pouncing me, which for ferrets means doing sort of a vertical bellyflop against my shins. They flop back in a sprawl and repeat until they've given themselves the hiccoughs and maybe

With my derps, it's more an exercise in futility rather than actual exercise.

And to maybe give you another laugh, here's the day I just had:

Morning, with weasels.

I teared up imagining being in your situation. I have ferrets and unleashed dogs are the second reason I stopped taking them for little walks on their leads, the first being assholes who should really be on leashes, too. (Those walks were mainly immediate bursts of braiding the leads together followed by extended

You've pretty much rephrased my take on their seeming incompatibility in that photoset: I doubt he had kept his intention to read at the park a secret from her and it apparently didn't occur to her that would mean he would be close by but with his attention not focused on her. She could have listened to music,

I saw other photos in this set. She had a petulant look and was trying to put herself between him and the book, crawling all over him and just generally coming across as being sulky not to be the focus of all his attention. I remember one in particular where he was holding the book outstretched and he had, I dunno,

I am violently, one-bad-stair-step-away-from-surgery knock-kneed. Pencil skirts, tea-length dresses, and capris/crops that hit just below the knee are my summer wardrobe.

I just skim 6' and I need a 36" inseam just to avoid highwaters. Forget skirts: clothing stores didn't even sell trousers or jeans long enough until I was in my twenties. (And while I'm reliving my adolescent angst, I was a teen in the late 80s and early 90s, so decent product for naturally curls wasn't available.

She's seventeen and she's upset. 'Not thinking everything through 100%' defines that territory.

Shit, let them keep the money for the medical expenses and just crowdfund the hitman's fees. Not only would they be able to hire the best one EVER, what with everyone on the planet chipping in, but think how fantastic the pledge reward tiers and expanded goals would be.

I could run one of those glorified dryer hose tubes through at least two of those holes and convert this to a ferret-compatible piece of furniture. I mean, I might as well. That particularly slanty leg would be all the ladder they need, so my four little weirdos would be in this no matter what. Besides, basically

John Oliver was snapped up by HBO following his time covering for Jon Stewart. He's not on CC anymore.

The Daily Show actually had a bit on this a while back with a fake commercial for 'The Cenac Attack'. That C-shaped desk worked just fine for him.

Basic rule of survival: do not fuck with a nana because she will END you.

Of course Hiddles knows how to bust a move. He's living la vida Loki.