i mean i was being hyperbolic but maine is still like 98.9% white

Scotlover thought process:

Bae got Gwoke.

I don’t think they’re her work. I bet she googled them, talked to her one friend who is “really good at Photoshop” and now here we are. :/

He was on Homicide: Life on the Street. I miss G’s son. And G. And Bayliss and Pembleton. And Howard. And Ballard. Sigh. Gotta love a show which ran for 7 seasons and is still widely considered to have been cancelled too soon. And I miss an era when a low rated TV series could be given 7 seasons on network TV.

I have only watched 4 episodes but it caught my attention that the brother mentions grieving before they even find the car. And then corrects himself and says that maybe they’ll grieve with her back. Um, I’m not an English native speaker but that sounded very weird to me. Don’t people grieve a loss? Did he already…

Also the ex boyfriend leading the search complete with maps that included the Avery property.And her male roommate who was never even questioned IIRC?

This! I can’t imagine being in their place. But to have the prosecution say that Avery shot her in the garage and burned her body and then turn around a few months later in the nephew’s trial and say that Avery and Brenden kidnapped her, raped and mutilated her and then disposed of the body. That deserves some serious…

this fuckin guy

“So, I think there should be more caution by using the federal government’s power and more focus on trying to rebuild trust from the bottom up.”

Not to jump on the senseless fantasy violence bandwagon, but why not use both of them as clubs to batter Bill Cosby? Everybody wins!

Could we arrange to have someone just mash their faces together? Each face punches the other so no one has to get their hands dirty.

I say we save ourselves the effort of having to decide whose face draws the fist more strongly, and force them to fight each other to the death. Two birds, one stone.

I’m gonna go with equally punchable.

You shouldn’t give away ideas like that for free.

Great for getting that cracking in your back that goes all the way down your spine. Bliss!!

confession: I totally didn’t get it b/c my mind went to the thighmaster.