2 Broke Girls may NOT take this song from me.
‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ is my go-to show song, & I do not need that cheesiness in my memory.
‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ is my go-to show song, & I do not need that cheesiness in my memory.
Nope. Not at all.
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…are you fucking serious?! How can THAT MANY PHARMACIES lack medication?!
And it’s not some super rare never used medication, which is what makes it extra frustrating.
The moment went past awkward when he said that ‘people like her are why people shoot strangers’…and the entire post office is silent aside from said angry man ranting. If the 10 other people standing there at the moment weren’t gonna say something, well, y’all know where this is going.
Yeah, it was probably said out of a mix of anger & fear, but I told him to ‘Shut the fuck up & let the teller do her job. She’s one of the most helpful & friendly tellers I’ve ever known, & saying shit like that in a federal building is ignorant as fuck.’
Angry ranting man took his stuff & left quietly. Because really, fuck that guy. I asked the teller if I’d told her lately that I loved her, because yes, I do, & carried on with the day.
That was hella awkward, y’all.
If you are part of a media company, publication, or ‘news’ type thing & you raked me over the coals a year & a half ago when I never did anything wrong in the first place, when you contact me wanting to ‘talk’ about something but won’t tell me what, I think it’s kinda normal for me to get leery & paranoid about why you’re being nice to me.
I’m just sayin’.

I can’t even. I. Cannot.

‘Cause that happened last night. Do y’all understand the gravity of that situation?

You know, times are tough.
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GPOY.
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Crocs made of gold, I’m sure.
They were found at the end of the rainbow, where he left his tax returns.
He gets on that rainbow by opening airplane windows, natch.
Just. Stop.

Maybe that makes me crazy or weird, but people in trouble/dying/trying to survive a natural disaster while you get your party on in Tampa ranks higher on my ‘important things’ list than your party stuff.
Priorities. Let’s look into them…

Ok, if you live in a state that wouldn’t force girls in public schools to take pregnancy tests to go to class, or a state that doesn’t go out of its way to nullify a non-discrimination law (I’m glaring at you, Tennesse), I’m happy for you & all, & I’mma let you finish, but the really ignorant states have the most fucked up laws of all time. All. Time.
And they just go on about their day like NBD.

(You don’t even want to hear my stories about having to pull out federal VAWA laws in states that wanted to argue that their state didn’t have to honor my protective order because my state doesn’t do things the same way. I’m tired of having to do that, but states like South fucking Dakota (among others) won’t do anything AT ALL to help me until I get all federal on their asses. Motherfuckers, I carry around the federal statute for a reason, & it’s because states can’t get their shit together long enough for me to accomplish anything.)