What does he do for a living? I’m guessing he trolls people until his mom makes him give her back her laptop.
What does he do for a living? I’m guessing he trolls people until his mom makes him give her back her laptop.
The double commas is just the icing on the cake.
This is the only comment necessary.
Like . . . he’s JUST ABOUT to be hateable?
I am not talking about Mark Wahlberg. I am talking about your blanket statement that racism does not go away. It is incorrect.
Gotta argue with your last point. Racism can absolutely be overcome through some knowledge and empathy. Someone can be raised wrong by shitbag parents, grow up racist, and then leave home and learn a damn thing or two.
You are a very confused individual. Or a troll. Whatever.
I’ve actually started examining these for some sort of pattern. I need help.
I saw an article yesterday that they fed him steak and chocolate sundaes while he was there. Lawd.
Oh my god, no. He does not. Does he really perm it? What a psycho.
I think it was on yesterday’s Barf Bag but I haven’t seen a separate story.
Bad people don’t generally sit around worry whether they’re bad people. That’s something that good people do.
No, truly. Everything you wrote is incorrect under current First Amendment law. I’m not sure wear you are getting your information, but it’s wildly out of step with liiiiike . . . 200 years of constitutional law. If you have some case law to support your assertions, go crazy. Otherwise, I’d suggest you educate…
Exactly why these fail. They get the pity buys, then realize you cannot build a clothing empire by continuing to pressure your 8 friends into buying this shit.
I heard a lady in our office recently say she felt guilty for not going to her kids’ PRACTICES. My parents rarely ever made my games or meets b/c they were working. I don’t think it occurred to any of us that they would attend a fucking practice.
It’s comments like this that make reading through the greys all worth it.
Seriously, I don’t buy the “big thighs” story he’s peddling. My husband has MASSIVE legs. Like . . . just big ass trees coming out of his butt. And he pees sitting down with no problem.
Ugh I bought some fancy ass peanut butter awhile back and it didn’t even have SALT in it. Now I have to salt my own pb&j sandwiches. Fucking rich people . . .
I used to do that. PBB&J!
You are in the right. My husband and I have started planning an annual trip around having one of our meals in a Michelin star restaurant.