It’s not like she said, “I have a thing for black guys, but I’d never date one because I’m afraid they’d rob me.”

Side note: Kids today will never know the illicit thrill of finding a stash of woods porn.

In the girl’s defense, this guy apparently decided that laying a “check your privilege!” lecture on his girlfriend was a sound idea for strengthening the relationship, so I personally wouldn’t be entirely surprised if a lot of her conversation had recently turned to ‘things I like in guys (who aren’t you)’.

And that’s how you get trapped in the endless shower/masturbate/shower cycle...

My guess is that when he brought it up he was an insufferable asshole about it. My guess is based on the fact that he sounds like an insufferable asshole.

Yeah, that note was some Penthouse Forum nonsense. Amateur erotic fiction is the only place where masturbating in front of a window while staring into the apartment across the way can be expected to lead to a love connection with a submissive couple rather than complaint to your landlord or a visit from the police.…

“My advice: Keep bringing it up”

“That asshole is just ripping off Oasis!”

No, he’s right -- her latest set is just awful. Observational humor only works when your audience can relate, which is not the case when all your bits are about being the daughter of the richest Buggalo ranchers on Mars.

Maybe if they smiled more.

We’re both empaths

I would say that the actors on this show deserve every cent of their ludicrous paychecks. Because the writing is so unbelievably appalling, hacky, offensive, misogynistic trash that they have to work their asses off to make it palatable. And they do (for the most part.)

I’d love a reboot with the series as a period piece. The early 1960s is chock full of (well-exploited in the Connery run) Cold War spycraft, with no mobile phones..

Interesting.

This movie sounds like a fucking dumpster fire.

Grandma died as she lived: being an inconvenience to Florida’s customer service industry.

I’m Decaturish, North DeKalb with an Atlanta address.

I remember doing this one summer in a spasm of boredom in the hot, wet cotton ball that is the climate of Georgia in July. Snip, snip, baby got borned from the cabbage patch by scrubs-wearing professionals. They asked for names from the crowd (it was a week day and there were only three kids.) The girl next to me…

If there are Republicans in the Senate that care more about the country than their party, now is the time to step up and vote no.

Both Jane Little and Col. Bruce died on different stages in Atlanta; she died at Atlanta Symphony Hall, and he died at the Fox Theater.