Ready for a bit of the old ultra violence…

People will think you’re Mormon

My aunt was raised by her grandfather and called him Grandy. Everyone has called him that since.

and hurts no one.

That depends entirely on what he’s juggling and how skilled he is.

I mean, my first thought was “Aww… sweety… yes, you are awesome. Have a cookie and let mommy watch her stories.”

You’re not wrong.

Still feel like an asshole when I think of it…

Yeah, probably not like that. I’m pretty sure those huge bones had significant musculature attached, they weren’t just sticking up like a very vulnerable wind sail. I can’t imagine the biological advantage that would lead to it. This guy looks he might have been more similar to a buffalo bison.

Well, I derailed a woman’s career once. She was the teaching nurse for my nursing assistant class, but she was a complete ding bat. She spent most of our lecture discussing a cutesy cookbook she was writing and “gave us a break” on our practicum, because she couldn’t stand to be in the skilled nursing facility where we were supposed to be training for six hours a day.

So we would go and check in, then leave 15 minutes later. We didn’t have the option of staying on our own, because we had no instructor/supervisor and the SNF workers didn’t want us there just following them around asking questions.

I reported her. She was fired.

You old enough for this one?

How long are these people pooping for??

“Family Cloth”

Except they didn’t call it a day, they went and delivered babies, with surgery goo on their hands, and flipped the fuck out when some guy did experiments showing that fewer women died in child birth when the doctor washed his fucking hands first. Hard pass on the hand washing, pal.

My cat is somehow scared of the sound of her pop top cat food being opened. It’s so weird. She’s the hungriest chonk monster around, but runs and hides from the scary sound.

These ones were much better. I still don’t understand the physics of how wiggling the handlebars back and forth made them go forward, but it felt like magic at the time. Much less finger pinching and no Charlie horsing your groin trying to crab walk with wheels under your butt like the other ones.

https://youtu.be/4JjxZ3FU44c

Yes, I was referring to the phenomenon where us old people (Millennials) perpetually think that the 70s were 30 years ago, then have a small existential crisis when we realize.

“That songs not from 30 years ago, clearly they were talking about Bowie…oh… oh no…”

Well, that’s just a rule of general not-being-a-creep. I think a better law is: No one can consent to marriage (or sex) for someone else, ever, including parents.

As bad as that is, a kid doesn’t have to be anywhere near the age of consent for their parents to marry them off to an old man (let’s be real, that’s what’s happening).

And since they aren’t old enough to be the one consenting to the marriage, they can’t file for divorce and if they try to escape, they are treated as run aways and returned to their abuser (again, let’s be real, that’s what’s happening).

Statuary rape is legal if the poor child’s parents consent. And they can do it in 36 US states. Including California. Do better.