Yeah. I think one of the reasons for the obsession with/becoming a billionaire is that’s the last group that’s actually going to have any inheritable assets in our society. My dad amassed what up until even twenty years ago would have been an enviable wealth pool, even a fortune. I fully expect every last penny to be…

I feel ya. Bad news bears. We get free and easy replacements but our president is a deflated basketball about to be discarded at summer camp and be replaced by a baseball that can’t be alone with softballs other than its wife or mother so....you know....win some lose some.

I feel ya. Bad news bears. We get free and easy replacements but our president is a deflated basketball about to be…

This was too exciting for me, but I still enjoyed reading it.

You’re nuts but hilarious 

Neighborhood bylaws no longer allow the keeping of therapists as pets. 

Ah, yes. Judy Gardland.

I actually worked for TSA, and a long time ago right after I got serious with this one girl, she started getting the extra screening when she came through. The system was way different, even how they determined that shit, but to me it was funny as hell.

Damn, he’s a truly explosive lay!

I actually felt that it wasn’t trying to show Brienne as a character reduced to a weeping mess when the one she loves leave her, but as a person who cares deeply about someone who struggles with a toxic and destructive addiction (Cersei) and can’t seem to break free of it.

Fair! I don’t remember the exact details, but your clarification brought to mind Homeward Bound, a movie I refuse to rewatch because of the spoiled cat meets a near drowning event.

Lol checks out. Truth be told I spent most of my time fighting with parents reminding them that I was a life guard and not a baby sitter. That and yelling at kids to “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALK!!!”

Swam in HS. The kids who grew up around the lake in my town were the best swimmers by far. Seemed like a fair trade off for the weird infection they all got one year from swimming in a standing body of water contaminated with bacteria from goose shit.

I’ve done a beach drag, I don’t want to do it again, but I could and have.
My dad performed one SCUBA rescue dive where he was called up by the local authorities in Chicago to help with SAR. He said he never wanted to do that ever again.
It sucks, but some of us have to do the godsdamned jobs. Thanks for being here.

From what I’ve seen this afternoon, he grew up in Grafton, NSW, then started travelling around the world in 2011 or so. Fucking asshole fuck.

Ditto. Was almost freaky how rapidly it reduced the emotional charge of some really ugly stuff. It needs to be done with a therapist who knows what they’re doing, but it is one of the best supported-by-the-evidence forms of treatment for trauma, and with none of the side effects of drugs or exposure treatment.

I mean, at a certain point, I’d just burn it all down and insist on saying it with a French accent, thereby annoying everyone (including the French - bonus!!)

the one thing that drives me insane now is that I instinctively say “bugger!” when I drop something or am surprised... but pronounce it with a hard “r” at the end, which makes me sound like a poncy moron.

I love your aunt. 

i worked for a british company for a number of years - in addition to it rubbing off, you can only take so many raised eyebrows about how you pronounce things like brusque without going with the flow for your sanity’s sake. 

I have been utterly derailed by this sentence. Nothing else matters in the universe.