You’re not special for being ‘politically incorrect’
If you can’t stand behind your comments, that isn’t my problem.
If you can’t stand behind your comments, that isn’t my problem.
December is a month of dinner parties and family gatherings, with food and drink provided in (hopefully) feast-sized quantities.
“And the native people started getting kind of testy when we asked them for their food, and their blankets, and more tents, and heaters, and sweaters, and water, and like, aren’t they supposed to be all about sharing, or whatever? It’s not all about them.”
McLiar then pulled out a bullhorn and blasted it into his mic for a solid two minutes, drowning out the reporter’s question and deafening everyone in the vicinity.
The fluidity of gender and sexuality is, thank God, becoming a more prominent point of discussion in modern society.
Ask them to name a kid after you. Who knows? They might just say yes!
It has come to my attention that you’ve expressed calm and rational feelings of discontent at the use of unflattering pictures of you by news organizations in publications.
The man stares at you. You stare back at him. Your eyes beg for mercy.
“It totally wasn’t creepy at all, and was in fact totally normal and reasonable human behaviour.”
You figure that if anyone is going to die by accidentally causing an otherwise benign showerhead to explode like a grenade, causing shrapnel to imbed itself into bathroom tile and flesh alike, it’s going to be you.