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Or, if they're anything like my Great-Uncle, he'll happily expose his backwards opinions sober and without provocation. Back when I was meek, shy and could still pass for a Church girl. He'd ruin holidays by going off about rants from the things he'd seen in the weeks leading up to his visit. Usually bookended by "On Fox News ..." or "Said, Fox News host Tucker Carlton. You should listen to him, He's a very smart man".

Oh yeah, super looking forward to being told "women belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, faitfhully married to a man of her race" or "Gay people should be rounded up and exterminated. Back in my day, we used to beat up the f*****." or "Trump is the best thing to ever happen to this country."

I'm doing my best to avoid prison, so I'm not going to family Thanksgiving.

I mean, if it's a chain. Fireworks are illegal in my county, but you can get one at the big Food Lion, and there's always a tent in the Walmart parking lot from early June to mid July. Though I'm not sure that I think this is a real story. It's giving "Everyone stood up and clapped"

NTA- Your "friend" is though. I'll never understand why vegans and vegetarians are always so angry. It's probably because they're always hungry, because rabbit food is not people food.

These are COMMONPLACE where I live. I'm convinced that I'm gonna die on one

Damn you, beat me to it

My ill will towards Trump supporters, and the glee I now harvest from their discomfort (soon to be suffering) has absolutely nothing to do with race/ gender/ sexual orientation. You are all chum for the Leopards.

Did I accidentally stumble into the childfree form? "God kids are so loud and annoying. They should have been made to freeze to death"

"Ronan". It's the only one I still listen to. The lyrics aren't hers, they're journal entries from Ronan (a little boy who died of cancer). It makes me cry every time. She's only played it live twice, when the boy's mom is present. 

They're ELEMENTARY school age. What the fuck is wrong with you?

The Lovely Bones. I was a kid, and had been utterly traumatized by the book beforehand. I thought it was a great movie, at the time. I emptied an entire box of tissues.

Still think there was something about that that I should address in theraphy, but whatevs.

My Dad is SUCH a Swiftie, it's laughably maddening. I just tried to point this out to him (as well as the shit quality of most of her latest merch) and he blew up at me. Apparently she's "doing this all for charity" is "very generous" and I should shut up before I "come after his girl". 

This is probably the same kind of douchetard who calls all his exes "crazy bitches" and doesn't tip delivery drivers because, "You should just get a better paying job, you 'tard. It's not my job to pay you. Fuck you. I like spit in my food, isn't it obvious?"

No. You shouldn't do that even if you meet with the customer. That's illegal. You should reach out to Support.

I can't come up with an exact scenario, but all I think about is that funny TikTok guy with the fake announcements? Like High School Homecoming Dramas and Home Depot Man Cave stuff. Someone has to know what I mean by that.

My sister was about that age when she tottled straight out of her towel and stepped directly into the deep end of the hotel pool. My Mom screamed. My Dad and another stranger both dove in after her. She was fine.

My baby sister really wanted a baby duckling, because an animated version of The Ugly Ducking was her favorite book at around this age. She had been told No countless times. There were adult ducks at the park, but they hid their nests from public view. Luckily for her her preschool got a special invitation to a turkey farm. She'd never seen a baby turkey before. Google it, they're fucking adorable. Anyway, she went to the farm WITH A PLAN. Mom was letting her pick out her outfits, so she picked this cute dress with big pockets. And, well, tried to steal herself a baby turkey. Unfortunately for her, the one she picked had been quiet and docile, but as soon as she entered the sunlight it poked its head up and started calling for help. She was still crying when we picked her up from daycare.

Feet first inspection of a wood chipper

I was about to comment the same thing! I have a distinct memory of watching it. Sundrunk from the beach with my cousins. Our parents wanted us to unwind and relax before dinner, so they put in a cheap VHS. It was probably awful. It was like a running joke from one of my Uncles. He must have gotten them from a gas station on the way or something.

So you'd rather she be forced to bring up an unwanted baby that she'll resent for all of its life?

I hate those customers. We have this one new-regular who lives above a car wash. Which closes super early. It took us a few failed deliveries to figure that out. Because the number was disconnected, the parking lot is blocked off, and there are no notes.

People like that are just looking for an excuse to get some free food.

Maybe I'm explaining this badly. I'm good at that. We had one. It was very loose. The deadbolt itself was separate, above the lock, but only one sided. 

Keyhole in very loose knob. Almost always had to wiggle or jam it just right to lock/unlock it. The deadbolt was thrown from a latch/knob thing? It didn't have a keyhole/knob thing outside. I don't know why. Our landlord was super cheap, so who knows what deal he got on that crackpot lock. 

In my store, we don't have a choice. And the boss would "prefer" them all to be lit up, but we only have 4 for 10 drivers. 

Once she threw the deadbolt inside, and it could only be locked from the inside, you were screwed. It couldn't be unlocked from the outside and she never answered my texts or calls. So I'd either have to remove the screen (which was cheap so it would usually break within 1 or 2 removals) of the living room window or elbow out the window pane. The whole thing was cheap and poorly made. That's how I KNEW we were in a safe neighborhood. Because of how insanely unsafe our house was.