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I *almost* added that to the post as well but couldn’t figure out a decent transition, but you’re so right. I really wish she’d said something about it, I hope it comes up in another debate.

And there’s the “we should have taken their (Iraq’s) oil to prevent the rise of ISIS/L.” Dude, that’s contrary to the Geneva Convention. It’s a war crime. The type that ends with lots of people either at The Hague or permanently unable to go anywhere that has extradition. And even Bed Bath and Beyond doesn’t have

$62 million in 2016 dollars, per the US inflation calculator.

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I wish that when Trump had whined about Clinton going negative with ads, she would have said with all sincerity:

I’m still stunned from the moment Trump doubled down on the concept of turning our armed forces into global mercenaries “we defend them? Let them pay for it” to the point that Hillary felt the need to turn to the camera and reassure other countries that no, contrary to what Orange Cheeto just said, the US will uphold

Hillary brain ninja’d the FUCK out of that diseased orange with that comment about his dad giving him money. He was in control up until that point, subdued and a little boring, and then he immediately began to unravel. It was beautiful.

I really don’t have many friends on FB at all and it’s so funny to see the people still proclaiming “Both candidates are awful! I can’t stand either of them.”

There is so much truth to this. When working, I’m that upbeat, cheery person in the office who brings everyone coffee and candy. But if you look over my shoulder when I’m goofing off, you’re as likely to see gruesome autopsy photos, or bloody surgeries, as frolicking kittens.

Shortly after I was surprise laid off from my job, I was home alone in the house that me and my boyfriend of five years shared, busily applying for jobs. We had one shitty old printer that we shared that I’d never figured out how to print to from my laptop so I grabbed his laptop, as I often did, to print the

A few years ago I was on Facebook and noticed a former coworker I didn’t really know that well but had courtesy-friended who had recently moved out of town had just uploaded a bunch of pics of his new city. There was some interesting looking architecture in the album so I was merrily clicking through the pics when I

I assume under “Paid in Full”.

“I took a bath, I shaved my legs, I washed every nook and cranny. So you can fuck me anywhere, even in the fanny. Love, Annie.” - letter my mother in law wrote to my father in law, as forever burned into the memory of my then 10-year old husband who discovered it. And later mine.

Um, forgive me for asking this, but did all this help you get over the breakup?

“How much lube do two seventy-year-olds need?”

When I was 19 I got super dumped by my boyfriend so I cut all my hair off and got a job at an isolated ski resort in the mountains, as one does. The staff lived in these terrible residences that were broken up into 8 person lofts, so besides the bathroom everything was open with bunk beds scattered throughout and one

I worked in a photo lab in a Target...there are things I printed out that I will never unsee.

I went to my then girlfriend’s parent’s house for dinner. After the meal I went to find a restroom. I walked down the hall and nearly into the open door of the bathroom where her mom was taking a dump on the toilet. Mortified, I quickly turned around, unsure if she had seen me, and continued down the hall. It was a

I’m assuming you don’t have kids.

No particular order. Bud Dwyer kill himself on TV. Dead porpoise on the beach. My appendectomy post op infection spewing out of my body. Couple having sex in a bathroom of a strip club while they paid the stripper to watch. Every Fetish & Fantasy Ball I’ve attended.