I don’t know, I think any dude critisizing a woman’s writing when she had to go through about a thousand more hoops than he did to even have someone look at her writing needs to be punched.

The answer is no, you cannot have too much. This post was good but it was nowhere near enough. Anxiously waiting further reports with many photos.

I don’t think he’s right, but he is amusing in his wrongness.

Oh wow, that’s the first time I felt a shudder of loathing for Mark Twain. He really said that? Oh no.

I carry a picture of Hitler in my wallet to honor Kaiser rolls.

Accessing alcohol isn’t a federal law, nor is it a basic right, so while I’m definitely rolling my eyes at her, and anyone who imposes their arbitrary religious beliefs on those around them, I definitely don’t think she should have been fired. Otherwise, entire counties around the country should have their local…

Shades of Romulus and Remus.

Yeah, personal use is something like 4 percent of California’s water use, right? It’s all agricultural/industrial. Lawn restrictions aren’t going to make a dent.

It is not often (= never) that I find myself quoting Genesis in a comment, but I think it’s appropriate here (1:26):

Bitch, better have my feathers.

I’ve brought this up before, but it seems a lot like the phenomenon of women being stereotyped as being overly talkative (yapping, nagging, chatting, etc.), despite the fact that there have been studies showing that women actually talk way less than men do. People just hate hearing what women have to say.

These photographs are very Kate Chopin, The Awakening.

I can understand their viewpoint, but they’ve had decades worth of time to implement TNR programs and have ignored this issue to this point. Not saying that cats wouldn’t still be killing critters, but there certainly wouldn’t be 2million ferals if they had been a bit more intelligent about this matter.

What I’m looking for is Miller High Life. Which, in some places, costs only $7 for a six-pack.

A man has a designer.

Some assholes tried to steal this guy out of my yard - I heard him crying and came running and they took off. The police came *very* quickly after my husband convinced me to call.

Kill the boy, and let the man be born.

You say “lol,” I say the very first image shows him in a beautiful club collar, which would have been unknown in slave-owning America, a fact which one doesn’t even need to be very good at Google to figure out.