A small gallery space was filled with sweaty art school types
Unsolicited advice from someone who survived a very necessary estrangement from her own mother: beware of anyone who attempts to convince you that you should be able to look past this. I wish someone had told me 20 years ago that “blood is not thicker than safety.” Thank you and good luck.
Who could have predicted that the president, when given 140 characters to describe a woman who died defending her city from fascists that the adjectives he would use would begin with “beautiful” and not include “brave” or “strong” or “principled” or “righteous”? Oh, everybody could have predicted that? Oh. Okay.
We will once fuckers like Trump and his supporters are gone. Until then, NO FUCKING WAY!!!
You mean like most small stores that have security cameras?
That’s a false equivalency. I don’t work in a public service industry, nor am I in a position designed to help protect the general public, nor am I in an industry with a demonstrated history of abuse of power.
it’s a dildo. Of course it’s company policy never to, imply ownership in the event of a dildo... always use the indefinite article a dildo, never your dildo. :)
When I was a kid they used to do these at amusement parks. In fact I may have a picture of myself at the age of 10 on a Time magazine as well.
Sorry I don’t want a birthday party when I poop.
But you haven’t identified bipartisan attitudes to the issues you name, you’ve identified what are currently partisan attitudes to the issues you name, it just so happens that the collection of issues don’t add up to the platform of a political party at the moment. Republican congresspeople aren’t going to spurn the…
EVERYTHING SHOULD BE FREE, PEOPLE SHOULDN’T GET PAID!
Absolutely no offense, but then stop visiting the site. You don’t want to pay the price or think it’s too high, then stop coming. No one is forcing you to come here. You do it on your own, so either grow up and deal with the “cost” or just stop coming.
I personally agree that the ads are getting out of control and I’m…
It was about 3 am. I’m on my eighth cup of tea. The BBC cut to Maidenhead. I’m going dizzy trying to do the electoral maths in my head. Theresa May ghouls her way up to the podium. I do not see Lord Buckethead. The returning officer begins to read the results. One by one. And then I hear his name. Then I see him. Then…
I’m just so tired of all these Star Wars.
Great, next time I burn my thumb orslice it I will not only have to put in my 6 digit passcode into the damned phone, but I can also not use my credit card!
well, i guess the only thing left to do now is to pollute the shit out of them!
“Slave cabin? Um, I think you mean On-Premise Worker Habitat.”