I feared Trump a lot less after Bush broke me. I fear another Trump less even. Younger, more idealistic me would vomit with disappointment in my shrugging and sighing instead of seething and yelling.
I feared Trump a lot less after Bush broke me. I fear another Trump less even. Younger, more idealistic me would vomit with disappointment in my shrugging and sighing instead of seething and yelling.
Sometimes I attend 12-step meetings again for social reasons or friendly support or job hunting and even the boilerplate texts will still make me be like “What in the tarnation?” Like literal tarnation.
Those war criminals in DC in later Bush administrations were so appalling and demoralizing that it’s hard to remember they’re able to be right about any single thing.
Wow that Donald Trump guy is starting to look attractive for the first time in human history.
This is the only Reddit tradition that has no name. But we used to celebrate it at least once every three months, if I can recall correctly.
Sapiosexuals rise up. Then ejaculate.
Unambiguous pedantry suffices
It takes a village. Don’t kinkshame. Do nazishame. Do wealthhordeshame.
This is the kinda community that requires more than 5 hours of sleep to digest. I know now.
“A problem with alcohol”? I think not; why, I am a professional. Good day, sir.
—me to the neighbor’s mailbox
I’m partial to The 5.6.7.8’s, myself
Omg I haaaaate the 9/11s. If they ever find out who was driving those planes, we should probs kill them.
This thread’s unaliving me
Sometimes after a hard day, all it takes is a Sicko to cheer me right the fuck up for a bit.
Even lawyers pretend that magical phrases are more powerful. I knew one who insisted on “in their care, custody, and/or control” instead of “has” or even “in their care”. It was telling that she also thought it was preposterous to say “in their care, and/or custody, and/or control”.
I wish I lived in a purple state so I could imaginatively and maliciously encourage voters with bad ideas to stay home. Mwahaha and such.
almond mom
Typically white suburban moms who were 90s girls and never accepted they had an eating disorder, so now they have to make it everyone else’s problem
“A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips is my almond moms favorite mantra”
Oh you must be my old upstairs neighbor—send the rest of the dance troupe my best!
True, but I feel like in these discussions I really need to know which fruit it was that God was chatting with Great-Grandma about that afternoon.