Right? Because if I’m dead, I care so much about my state of decomposition.

Exactly my thought - very good idea to let people have firearms in an emotionally charged atmosphere that glorifies intoxication.

Heck, it’s not just for Australians, apparently:

Thanks for letting us know. Kasich et al can suck it, because I’m donating to PP Ohio.

This is a good point. If DT is insulting you, you’ve probably done something worthwhile.

Reminds me of my grandma...I finally told my parents to tell her I picked the stuff out, because that was the only way she’s use (insert items she desperately needed).

That’s what I was thinking: then I realized there’s bound to be a hippy somewhere on Etsy who will buy it.

I mean, there are actual moral comeuppances in the series, as opposed to, say, the Bible, where certain deities are pretty happy with spilling blood.

We must have gone to the same high school.

Plus the bureaucracy issues! I knew someone in high school whose friend had to go back to the UK for a couple months because Immigration put the wrong date on the family’s cards. I think they were only here under a temp visa, I don’t really remember the exact circumstances, but Immigration Services is so large, it’s…

So, do you have to show your driver’s license to your employer every time you renew it?

Considering that’s been the US’s default setting for international relationships in the past 35 years, it actually seems fitting they’re our national bird.

Holy fucking shit...

Wow...and I thought it was bad when my grandma complained to me that the only one in the family with nice hair was my cousin, because it was blonde like hers had been.

Cheesecake-filled churros.

Even though I’m not Catholic, I attended a Catholic college. One of my professors was a nun, and we were pretty sure she only joined because living in post-war Japan was literally worse than being a nun (also she got to come to the US for free). Sr. M frequently told us she wasn’t sure she believed in God, and…

Heck yes. People ask what the point of Gawker is, when they always post news two hours later than everyone else. If I wanted news, I’d go to the BBC. I come here for the comments.

When I was in 4th grade, we got movie Fridays if the class had been exceptionally good. So one Friday, we were watching E.T., and the end of the movie, when ET gets to go home, made me so sad. I swear to god I was the only kid crying, and of course everyone had to ask what was wrong, why was I crying, and all those…

I remember buying that when I was 15, and my mom thought I was getting a book about how to actually hitchhike.

I live half way between Cleveland and Akron and you’re right: we really don’t handle news well...especially bad news.