The spelling and misplaced apostrophe are bad, but the overall look is horrendous! That “9:00 P.M.” sitting on the line at the bottom is the most obvious, but the layout and spacing look like someone tried to do an actual cut-and-paste after using an old typewriter. Who is responsible for this abomination?

I first heard that “he has a wife and kids to support” argument in a college class in 1969. I asked if men with more children were paid more, and of course no one had an answer. Thus continued my reputation for asking the uncomfortable questions, begun in Catholic grade school when I asked why God let babies die if…

Not unless they impeach them both at the same time, which isn’t going to happen. If 45 is impeached, Pence gets to appoint a VP. Then if Pence is impeached, the unelected appointee gets to be president and appoint a VP. Thats how we got Greald Ford.

There was no albuterol when I was a kid. It’s amazing I’m still alive.

I suffered from depression and anxiety since I was a small child, didn’t get on meds until I was 40 (20+ years ago). I marveled that such a tiny pill could make my life livable, and I could actually be happy without the underlying sense of impending doom.

When I was in my 20s, I boarded a plane that had come from Texas, and the guy next to me was a fake cowboy type, already drunk. Before the plane even took off, he put his hand on my leg! When the drinks cart came around, he got another beer and I got a Coke. I took out my pill case to take a valium, as is my habit on…

If Trump is out, Pence gets to appoint a new vp. Then if Pence is out, that person gets to choose a new vp (kind of like how we ended up with Gerald Ford). Only if somehow Pence and Trump are ousted at the same time it would go to Ryan. Of course, Pence could choose Ryan as vp, but I doubt it.

Forever is a really, really long time.

In high school, while doing a somersault on the trampoline, I hit myself in the eye with my own knee (your kneecap Is just about the size of your eye socket) and gave myself a black eye. Try explaining that!

And mirror placemats! There’s so much light bouncing around that room it would give me a migraine.

When I was in my teens and 20s, I had a concave stomach. I was proud of my hipbones sticking out, but it bothered me that my pubic stuck out. Didn’t occur to me until I got fatter that your pubic bone is supposed to have a pad of fat over it.

That table looks like it could cut you right in half.

My mother loved turkey; she used to cook it once or twice a month, because it’s cheap, low calorie (she was always dieting), and the leftovers can be used for many different meals. But I never cared for it, and for Thanksgiving, I never accept invitations to dinner unless they tell me theres going to be a ham.

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My mom used to cook a turkey once or twice a month because she liked it and it was economical; turkey sanwiches, casseroles, and turkey broth for making soup. I never liked turkey...just one of the many reasons I hated Thanksgiving.

It’s the ever-grey sky and the constant drizzle. I lived in Seattle for ten years and never liked coffee, but I kept that a secret for fear of being deported!

The lemon pound cake is just about the only non-chocolate sweet I like!

Lady Dynamite is like being inside Maria’s head, and it seems a very familiar place to me.

Try to be friends with them as though they were other men you want to be friends with. Talk to them as though they are people, and not just because you want to date/fuck them. Stop thinking of yourself as the Nice Guy. The friendzone is real; you can be friends with a woman, but if you’re only in the friendzone…

Doesn’t this make his employer complicit in crimes? How about a clause in my contract that I can’t be fired for not showing up, for embezzlement, for setting fire to the place?