Oh, for crissake. This has nothing to do with sophistication - and everything to do with the structural integrity of old, old bridges. The locks are damaging the structures, and have caused some railings to collapse.
It's vandalism.
Oh, for crissake. This has nothing to do with sophistication - and everything to do with the structural integrity of old, old bridges. The locks are damaging the structures, and have caused some railings to collapse.
It's vandalism.
I have no idea how or why it ends up that way, but I spent 15 years chasing after men who were just like my dad and he was barely in my life. Finally something just changed in me. I have no explanation, no analysis, no deep thoughts—it all just happened. You're damn right, there are no hard answers.
Are you my sibling? We were faithful Cosby viewers, but not allowed to watch A Different World, either.
Man, I loved Claire and Cliff. I wanted to be their adopted white daughter so badly.
I loved that show and its followup at 8:30 Family Ties. I so wish the writers had done a crossover with the Huxtables and Keatons with the parents drinking beer together at Cheers. Greatest fantasy episode ever.
Clair Huxtable, Harriet Winslow, and Roseanne Connor raised me when my mother decided she had better things to do. I owe them a lot.
he seems a little odd but i really like the fact that she consistently gives ZERO fucks.
I am so scandalized by the Dr. Pepper. I know different people do things differently blah blah blah but that, to my mind, is NOT baby registry fodder.
Because having 18+ children is, by most people's standards, fucking insane? And people love to rubberneck crazy situations.
They should have front-hugged when there weren't so many witnesses around. Like, maybe when Jessa was their chaperone they could have thrown her flat-iron into the weeds or something, then when she went to fetch it they could have front hugged with no witnesses to their sin.
Thank you for saying that. It means a lot. Letting her go, not being able to be there while other people "handled" her, is something that I have always, always thought about. It's been nearly 14 years, but it's the kind of thing that never leaves you.
Having dozens of children come across the table when I worked in pathology- I can tell you that every single one is given the utmost respect and kindness.
So true. I went to law school to be a D.A., and fully planned to take on any kind of work, including terrible cases involving children. That didn't happen— it wasn't for me for other reasons, but now that I have kids? Good lord, I can't even hear the story. No, I can't even know the story exists, it causes me so much…
It just seemed wrong to not look at them—to toss them in like they never existed, like it was easier to pretend they were medical waste, hardly worth a second thought.
I feel like this is one of those jobs I could have done a few years ago, but now that I have a child of my own I just could not handle. You are completely right; every time there is a news story about something happening to a child I immediately project my son onto the victim and it's heart-wrenching.
"I'm going to go with no, dude. Straight up NO. Super-duper nopetipus nopeington Sir Nopesalot Nopediddynopenop nopey nope NOPE." - Quote of the year! Using this for sure!
Oh, Yelp says they haven't done anything like that? Well, I guess it must be true, then! Why would they have any reason to lie?!
I'm going to start offering "Curt Coins" at every restaurant I go to.
My father is the GM of a chain restaurant that does guest surveys (the ones that print out every 10th check or so) and he had been very vocal as to how much of a sham he thinks they are. Naturally the upper management assumes that the higher the guest scores, the better business the store will do.
This restaurant is really close to where I live, too! I can't wait to eat there.
Dear Rebecca,
I have a great idea for your next series. It involves you setting up an OKC profile. And then, y'know. Being Burt. Lots of screencaps.
I know this is a lot of work for you and that your S.O. might object, but I encourage you to ignore all those things in favor of the truly hysterical end results that I…