5.  They’d run out of actors.

It’s inconsiderate.  Full stop.

Thanks Obama!!

Stop!! You have to automatically be against her because of the color of her skin!

This got cross posted to The Root, didn’t it?

Had no idea what this was until now.  Well, alrighty then.  Trouble in paradise.

Aren’t we all just middle-aged women on the inside?  Also, what’s wrong with being a middle-aged woman? 

Meh. I’m pretty sure my deep fakes would look better. ;)

I’ll bet people do it because they got tired of getting their doors dinged in those matchbox spots up near the store.  People just swing doors wide open as they’ll go or they’re so fat they can’t get out without doing so.  I’ve got step bars.  So, the only thing you’ll be dinging is your door. 

She was doing everything but paying fucking attention. That’s the problem with everyone of these assholes. They aren’t paying attention to anyone but themselves and maybe that damn phone.

Socialism.

Yeah, I know the type. Like they own the road, walkway, or wherever they happen to be occupying space and stealing oxygen from the air.  Don’t go on another blog around here.  They openly talk about not moving on the sidewalk even if their fat asses are taking up the whole width and there is one guy walking towards…

I’d just lay my bag on top of a damn jacket, if it’s taking up more than half of the cubby.  You really give a shit about your jacket, then don’t throw it an overhead bin.

He was too worried about that egg sammich. This sounds like a classic case of being hangry.   Should have gone to a small gas station, get gas, then pull through somewhere and get food.  His attempt at multitasking didn’t work.

Do you work and live in a gas desert? Isn’t there like a gas station on almost every corner? I live in a podunk town and there is. Sounds like you found the one that serves everything you can imagine and happens to sell gas. Find a real gas station and go by a fast food place if you’re that hangry.

Shooby doo

Yeah think grilled chicken breasts vs Schwann’s chicken fingers.

I think they meant to the extreme. As in completely counting every calorie, portioning each individual food item, obsessing while you do it, and running for hours because you ate a cookie.  Maybe, I’m wrong but don’t care, I’m going to get a beer.

I have the exact opposite disease.

She’s appropriating straight hair and a tan?