Comment from my bestie on my outraged FB post this morning:
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No record, no mugshot, no criminal past, legally permitted weapon, complete cooperation, all on video.
No kidding. I can’t live without Wreck-It-Ralph 2.
Here’s hoping Alton’s children are afforded the luxury of living to be college-age.
and you keep using the word ‘females’ to refer to women, not realizing how much about you it exposes
This is my issue with Bill Maher’s “whiny little bitch” campaign — he’s trying to insult Trump, but the way he’s doing it says, “Women are weak and pathetic and the worst possible thing anyone could be.” It’s such a common trope, and it’s just exhausting.
but I’m not going to jump down someone’s throat for using words like that in casual conversation.
Disagree. If she's going after Murdoch, she's a planetary treasure.
i also hate them. i like to use the return key like punctuation and the DOUBLE SPACES do not make me feel good
Funny, but, now that the show is just about entirely off-book, they’re not doing those anymore. Not only is it not rapey now, it isn’t even porny anymore either.
Oh, pardon. Government funded power-hungry rent-a-cops.
Good sharp cheddar, not sliced too thick. The sharpest cheddar you can find.
On most counts, I agree with you. But plain white bread is the perfect choice for this sandwich because it serves the role of tofu. It takes on the flavor of the tomato, mayo, salt & pepper. You don’t need to compete with that perfection. You just need a vehicle.
and just like whenever the president walks in they play hail to the chief, when Joe walks in they can play Yakkety Sax.
But I have a men’s bathroom & a women’s bathroom. What if one dresses up like a woman & goes into the women’s room & my non-existent daughter is in there? What then?
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