This is exactly my dog any time I let him outside without being leashed. Even at the end when finally getting caught, my dog rolls over onto his back just like that. It’s like “HERE’S MY BELLY DON’T KILLLLL MEEEEEEEEEE”.

Don’t take a job as an executioner then. Don't like the changes to your job? Can't in good conscience do them? Step the fuck down.

“asylum” for her “conscience” lol

Oh, the Supreme Court? The Supreme Court that ruled that gay marriage was legal? That Supreme Court? Good luck with that, you ignorant fuck.

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…

I am going to keep this one short and sweet.

I wonder if he’ll have to register as a sex offender. Having shit like that follow him around the rest of his life is a punishment richly deserved.

When four people testify in direct contradiction to what Owen Labrie claimed happened, DNA evidence existed and a physical exam came back consistent with rape and he still gets acquited of all the major charges, that shows you just how seriously America takes rape. For rich, white guys that is.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

I ship them. Kara + Ed 4evar.

No one is forcing these people to commit to a monogamous relationship. They're grown ass adults who actually do have a choice in what actions they take. Plenty of people are very happy in monogamous relationships, and plenty of people who aren't decide not to be in one. No one is forcing anyone to cheat.

“I thought I was going to Duke University, not Dyke University!”

But he's totally fine with the gruesome violence and sexuality in the Bible, right? Wahhhhhh.

Looking forward to the part in the movie where he stares dreamily into my eyes and brushes the hair away from my forehead while we whisper secret plans to move to a secluded river cabin where it’s only the two of us, and our golden retriever, Peanut Butter, eating fresh tomatoes on the floor, laughing forever.

That…

I’m surprised James Franco isn’t involved somehow.

HARD PASS.

These are some fucking weak ass scents. I’d expect these rings to smell like money, or maybe the tears of a poor person. Do better, David Yurman.