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MisanthropicMunchkin
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There really ought to be an age limit in politics. The world changes so fast, and older people tend to set in their ways. Even old people I love and admire can be really stubborn about certain habits. I think 65 should be the max age. You can finish your term, but then GTFO.

I get where you’re coming from, but those southern states contain a large minority population that did not ask for this shit but cannot move due to financial of familial reasons. Letting the south leave will just fuck southern minorities all over again.

Please, teenagers have always been horny.

I never thought of that, but yeah, in my mind it is more “forgivable” to give your kid an unusual name if you can make up for it with a comfortable lifestyle and cold hard cash.

The longer article linked in this one says that she came from an unstable family and she left home at 15. Also she has an older sister and a younger sister named...wait for it...Kimberly and Robin.

I’d have named her Marijuana Barq’s Root Beer myself

I also went to an Ivy League school at my parent’s expense. And my Dad uses the fact that he raised me and gave me food, shelter, clothes, time, and attention as an excuse to eat my candy. Especially when I was younger and I was buying snacks with my allowance money.

Oh wow, my mom and I were a little more systematic. I hid food in my desk drawers, mom hid hers in her medicine cabinet. I’m sure dad caught on after a while, he’s not stupid, but at least he respected the fact that those were our stashes.

I think I’ll take my chances.

The biggest food thief in my life is my Dad. We both have a sweet tooth, but mom limits the amount of junk food my obese father can eat/purchase. Once I started making money, I used to hide my non-perishable food in various nooks like a squirrel storing acorns. A habit I picked up from Mom, because she didn’t want Dad

As a sufferer of clinical depression, I’ve had plenty of “sad” meals. Lol.

And then, I presume, you ate your mother?

Here’s a movie idea: a white man meets a black woman in the ‘80s and they fall in love. Both families are cool with it, their friends are cool with it. They get married, have kids, and are still together 30+ years later. Racism is still a thing. The end.

When I was a teen listening to the radio (I’m only 29! Honest!) the radio DJs were interviewing some celebrity of the week, I don’t remember who.

People cared the one time it was Orlando Bloom, but I think it’s more because a paparazzi took the pictures without consent. Bloom didn’t photograph himself naked (but he was outdoors and naked, which...I mean, I wouldn’t make that decision specifically because I’d be terrified of someone taking a picture. And I am nei

I got my first period at 12, followed by two years of painful periods that would come and go randomly. I tracked them, they never followed any sort of schedule. I could get 9 day periods 14 days apart from each other or go two months without anything.

More like a do a few work tasks, reward myself with some internet, do more work stuff, and so on.

Ok, but how do I explain to my boss that I spend all day reading articles like this instead of working?

I’d argue the best beer is the “I need to finish this before my 18 year-old ass crosses the border from Canada to America.

The other 7% is Italian