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It depends.. Did he do that afterwards :
It depends.. Did he do that afterwards :
Oh man, my favorite part of legalizing weed is going to the dispensary and looking up all the strains on leafly and just like nerding out over the % of THC and the flavor profile and the effects and the reviews. I am 100% the worst.
Seriously. I am in horrible pain for the duration on my period so like, if I NEED some goddamn tampons, either I am going to murder everyone I see in public and cry while doing it, or my goddamn loving partner will do it. OR ELSE.
It’s not easy. Especially considering the first time I met them explained to me that because they have never encountered racism that it doesn’t exist. (I argued, realized I was dealing with entitled dipshits and left the room)
As a historian I approve this clearing of the record.
If you were going to murder someone this is EXACTLY what you’d say to throw off suspicion.
The receptionist at my firm is 23 and loves him. One day after this last Christmas a woman attorney (who is awesome) asked her what gifts she got and she said one of them was a Chris Brown t-shirt. The attorney deadpans: “Oh, what’s on it? A picture of a woman with two black eyes?”
And then there’s this fucking asshole. Again.
Once you enter bankruptcy court, all bets are off. It’s the raison d’etre of bankruptcy court especially Chapter 11. The whole idea is that fresh start/clean slate. Investing contracts usually (almost always) have provisions regarding bankruptcy - it’s part of the risk/reward calculation. Sometimes you invest in…
Also: Caltech is nerdy. MIT is nerdy. Harvey Mudd is nerdy. Stanford is a finishing school for the Organization Kid scions of West Coast wealth and the higher-achieving members of the Mainland Chinese princeling class. (The middling ones go to USC.)
I know. It's something that takes me right out of whatever thing I was minding my own business and thinking about and places me immediately in the zone of intense violent rage. As if I should walk around smiling all the time. Am I a fucking mental ward inmate? Am I on this planet to provide you with pleasant…
In lower pomerania is the diamond mountain, which is two miles high, two miles wide, and two miles deep. Every hundred years a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on it, and when the whole mountain is worn away by this, then the first second of idiotic men making comments about her period will be over.
It certainly lessens the dread of voting for someone with Clinton’s record.
It’s no Fab Five scandal? Jesus dude. He raped someone. It’s far worse than a bunch of recruits getting paid and partying with boosters.
Bye, Anita.