Irregardlessly

My mother worked for a recovery place, over time she noticed that most people in AA tell the exact same story each time, and they get antsy and have nervous sweats when they can’t make it to a meeting. They replace one addiction for another, but at least the addiction to AA is less destructive. This is kinda the same…

A man his age getting that buff that fast is using testosterone or another steroid program, in all likelihood illegal. I say, go to town.

I think he’ll be ok.

who’s body-shaming? I’ve only seen positivity on this post, which is a nice contrast to the way most of the internet treats affleck.

It’s “disproportionate” you heathen! “Unproportional” is not a word!

My MIL is a social worker and I remember her telling me that a lot of former addicts get really into fitness because it gives them something to focus their energy on, essentially.

I like that it looks like he’s being followed by the shadow of batman

“Is it keto? Is it arm day only? Is it shoulders day? Obliques? Lats? Traps?”

Not only does cutting out booze dramatically reduce your caloric intake, you suddenly have to find something to do to distract yourself. Pumping iron seems healthier than commenting on the internet...

Lindsay’s got a serious crush on Kavanaugh, doesn’t he? Wow.

I get blackout drunk all the time and I’ve never been accused of rape.  Mostly, I’d assume, because I don’t try to rape people.

I was a bouncer for a year in college, and had to break up maybe 2 fights the entire time? Anyone who asserts they don’t know a single person who wasn’t in a bar fight hangs out with a lot of assholes.

“I don’t know one guy, including myself, who wasn’t in a bar fight.

Not a single one.”

One night in a little saloon in Fort Stockton, Texas, I ripped a man’s leg off and beat another man to death with it. The West Texas desert ran red with blood that night, my friends, and it pooled underneath the I-10's overpass and I bathed as a grackle does in the puddled muddy water of the rolling thunderstorms…

I am a man who has spent what normal people would call an “obscene amount” of my adult life (and a larger-than-proper amount of my childhood) in bars. Shitty bars. Dive bars. Drunk bars. Dallas bars in which I was the only person rooting against the Cowboys.

While I find Ms. Hill’s repeated lateness and cancellations disrespectful to the fans who paid good money to see her, I find her nonsense much less problematic than what Mr. West is currently getting himself up to.

Excuse you, but my Imaginary Husband (one of them, anyway), Chris Evans, is not to be trifled with. He IS Captain America after all. Shouldn’t he be working overtime to save us from the Kanyes and Trumps of the world? Let Chris be woke, even if momentarily so. 

YyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaaaNOT EXACTLY. Sure there are similarities when you squint your eyes and check out the odd behaviors, but I don’t ever recall Lauryn Hill ever straight up selling black people down the river and uplifting some trash ass white male himbo as the ideal man of all time.

Dude, at least Lauryn doesn’t say shit like slavery was a choice and that the 13th amendment should be abolished, or sell the old pajama shirts my mom now uses as rags for an ungodly amount of money and call it fashion. Come on now.