You can do that on a planet that isn’t 50% women. Until you find that planet, suck it up and share the public space.
You can do that on a planet that isn’t 50% women. Until you find that planet, suck it up and share the public space.
Yes because German WW2 Officer is such a hard thing to spot in a country that needed to be told before the 2006 World Cup not to keep bringing up The War.
GBBO is very well known and there have been dozens of stories about it on this site.
You know who gets to make bad Nazi jokes?
You know this, and you still reply.
I’m wondering if it’s an inside job. Some permanently ungrayed commenter is bored and ungreying their own troll posts. Or a commenter works hard to become ungrayed only to support trolls.
No, a troll gets ungreyed one of two ways:
Yeah, because well-adjusted people that are truly content with their amazing lives definitely spend their Saturday nights online bitterly spewing their sanctimonious delusions and shitposting about total strangers.
Absolutely. I work in a high stress job (health care) and my mental health has been shitty. (Like, I got home after almost having a panic attack at work and my brain suggested I not turn the car off).
It’s especially frustrating given how clearly Katrina made this issue national news and in extremely vivid fashion. Even if you were only vaguely listening to the news you would have heard some terrifying stories that illustrate what happens when there are no resources for those who need them.
I live in Tennessee so some people who can evacuate are heading into this area. I saw a local hotel offering a special rate for evacuees. It was still $100 a night at the fucking Holiday Inn that will surely have a lot of unsold rooms at any rate. Like how TF can people afford that? Some of my friends who wanted to…
Which, ironically is more feminist than calling someone a ho. I’d never call someone a ho and love when women unapologetically post pics cuz they like the way they look. So yea
It must be a typo. It’s so 1985! I’d like to buy it and live in it a la The Brady Bunch Movie. I’m off to find baggy sweaters, stirrup pants and gigantic earrings.
Paultoes posted a link to the listing. The house was supposedly built in 1996.
The inside’s like if my fifth grade Trapper Keeper and my fourth grade Caboodle had a baby. But it’s a house.
shut up, its everything i ever wanted it
literally WHEN can i move in