My favorite thing about that Throckmorton in the NFL post is the weirdo asking what team is he on, as if they’re accusing the OP of lying. And as if you don’t have a picture showing what team he plays on. Zero reading comprehension has extended to pictures.
One of our volunteers brings her teenage kids along when she’s doing her hours here. We don’t mind, we’ve set some boundaries for the kids and its’ been working fine.
But I swear to god, the son has a laugh that sounds like a donkey getting fucked by a pig. Like I cannot begin to describe how this kid laughs. And it’s weirdly grating. Not in a nails on chalkboard kind of way, but it still raises my hackles.
Honest to god, if my husband said he wanted to basically abandon his family to pursue the vainest fucking surgery on the planet, I would slip the anesthesiologist an extra 1K to make sure he never woke up. Straight the fuck out. He’d be more valuable to me dead than alive at that point. Gimme that insurance cash, you selfish prick.
I would DIVORCE my husband if he insisted on a risky surgery overseas that would mean months of recovery while I manage the home and our kids. The fucking audacity.
He would be praying to god that the option I choose is divorce.
i don’t really care about joyce carol oates or her opinions tbh but seeing her destroy some random white guy former adjunct professor on twitter with a thousand followers and the handle Piscesboy69 for disliking passing by nella larsen is incredibly fun for me
