Duplicitous Orange Guy Expires

Exactly. Which is why…

Because Bow Wow was in a movie called Lottery Ticket.

Chip-a-top-lay!

This is the top of the list. Nothing else comes close when you need a really good and sincere cry.

You want a tearjerking Michael Keaton movie, watch My Life. Hydrate afterwards, plenty of electrolytes, you’re welcome.

With a honey in the middle, there’s some leeway.

I don’t feel it makes sense to drink the principal sake. Am I Japanese?

Addio and farewell!

Whether it’s this guy or someone else, he is a prince among men, he is a gentleman and a scholar, and he is an instant fucking legend…cooler than the other side of the pillow that I pray he always sleeps soundly atop.

Lmao, yes go report the white supremacist to the organization largely populated by white supremacists, I’m sure they’ll get right on it.

I voted for Oregon Measure 117 which will institute Ranked Choice Voting statewide in all elections.

You are literally shaming the bodies of people who have small penises, something that they cannot control which is not any indication of their character.

Body shaming isn’t necessary. We can shame people for things that are within their ability to control.

My parents each smoked two packs a day inside the house for the entire 20 years I lived with them, and my mom had a massive heart attack and died at age 63. I carry a lot of trauma around all that, so I have a boundary about being around people who smoke anything, really. I should have exercised it that day, but my boundaries were sort of flimsy then.

Possibly from stoners? Not badmouthing weed, and I have anxiety myself so I get it, and I get that some people medicate with it for the purpose of anxiety. But holy cow man, you gotta respect a person’s time.

She was an hour and a half late. I only waited for her because she was responding to my messages, apologized for her tardiness, and said a couple times she’d be there within 20-30 minutes which led to a 90-minute wait). Once she got there, she told me that she was late because she was having some anxiety that day and went to a friend’s to smoke a bowl first. She chainsmoked on the patio, and I sat away from her because I don’t want to smell that while I’m eating. She told me about a terrible book she was writing, with the sort of stupid plot you’d get from r/writingprompts. And then she said she needed to get high again and asked me if I wanted to come to her car with her while she did. I declined and said I was gonna head home. Proceeded to promply never see her again.

I’m 5’ 9" and dated a 6’ 3" cis woman for a year. She’d wear six-inch heels when we’d go out. There was no “poor fella” about it, she was an Amazonian knockout, and I got to fuckin’ climb her like a tree.

A relationship isn’t LGBT; a person is. A cishet man who has two bi/pan female partners who date each other isn’t LGBT because his partners are queer.