I’m 31 and I call myself an old, sometimes joking, sometimes seriously, because I don't understand WTF is going on in pop culture most of the time.
I’m 31 and I call myself an old, sometimes joking, sometimes seriously, because I don't understand WTF is going on in pop culture most of the time.
I got a kayak, new silverware, and a vacuum sealer. Practical gifts for the win.
I caught my mom trying to pass a gift off as the Tooth Fairy and she said that I looked at her and said, “Don’t even tell me about Santa” and stomped off. And that was that.
Caulking someone's windows shut in their car is fun too!
That sounds like the tiny hellfire and brimstone preacher where my kid take taekwondo.
I pretty much agree with you. I’ve lived here most of my life and while people are starting to become more liberal, there still is a good majority who make the entire state looks ridiculous. I hope you enjoy living here, it really is a beautiful area.
He is a vile human being.
I edited my first comment to you but now that I’ve seen the other bullshit you’re spewing on this thread, so I’m going to say it again after all.
It really is. The nutjob protesters stand in front of one localish clinic and they harass every single woman entering and leaving, even though the doctor does more than just abortions. Fucking assholes.
Your additude is a shining example of the issues women face when they seek an abortion. Now, you can go back to your shit-stirring troll hole.
I’m possibly giving myself and location away, but women in my area who are seeking an abortion typically have to go to Asheville, NC or to Bristol because the one doctor in this area who would do them passed away a few years ago. It’s ridiculous that this is happening and women are having to travel so far for care.
I’m southern and one of the best things on earth is a blt or tomato sandwich on squishy white bread.
I starred this for “Meringue is Satan’s Cool Whip”. Thank you for making me laugh so hard.
I had a “friend” who stalked my food diary on MyFitnessPal and messaged me demanding to know why I had eaten the things I had lately. Um, because a life without burritos and hot wings is no life for me.
I tried a “raw” protein shake and I could have steeped lawn clippings in sewage and came up with someone that tasted better than that garbage.
I have a friend who buys raw vegan meals from a local shop and she sends me pics, and in no way does any of that look appealing to me.
I've just never cared for it. I don't like warm, cooked fruit and meringue is the stuff of nightmares.
It reminds me of some kind of filthy sex act that should be on Urban Dictionary.
I'm not a pie fan either.