When Obama endorsed same-sex marriage…
… I did the:
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- 3 weeks ago
- 173
HELLO, AND WELCOME TO PLANNED PARENTHOOD, YOU SLUTTY SLUT. WHAT’S THE PROBLEM TODAY? YOU WANT A SLUTTY MAMMOGRAM TO DETERMINE WHETHER OR NOT YOU’VE GOT SLUTTY BREAST CANCER? JUST KIDDING, OF COURSE. YOU’RE HERE FOR AN ABORTION BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT’S MATHEMATICALLY PROVEN THAT LESS THAN FIVE PERCENT OF OUR TOTAL PROCEDURES ARE ABORTION, EVERYONE STILL BELIEVES THAT ALL WE DO IS GET RID OF YOU AND YOUR ARMY OF HIPPIE BOYFRIENDS’ SLUTTY MISTAKES, YOU BIG OLD SLUT, YOU.
SLUTEVER, AM I RIGHT? TAKE A SEAT OVER THERE AND WE’LL SEND SOMEONE OUT TO DO A PROVOCATIVE SEX DANCE BEFORE WE GIVE YOU SOME NUDIE MAGS AND NIPPLE TASSELS. I HOPE YOU DON’T HAVE ANY LEGITIMATE HEALTH ISSUES BECAUSE THAT WOULD RUIN OUR NONSTOP SLUT PARTY.
NEXT, PLEASE.
- 2 months ago
- 9371
Juiced Fruits- They're gonna move you, alright.
…Move your bowels, I mean! Oh snap! So, I’m doing a new year “cleanse” of sorts. I’m combining Renew Life’s Smart Cleanse program with twice-daily juicing, and including some dietary restrictions:
- No red meat or pork
- No excess sugar
- No booze
- No fun (see first 3 restrictions)
This morning was my first juicing experience, for which I made a carrot, apple, & ginger juice. First off, the juicer is basically like a mini wood chipper, where you feed fruits and vegetables to a hungry spinning blade. As I fed the carrots into the juicer, I felt like I was wood-chipping a tiny orange leg. (That’s just how my mind works… either that, or I’ve seen Fargo too many times.) I also fed in three “thumb-sized” pieces of peeled ginger, and I bet you know what I was thinking then. The orange didn’t make me feel cannibalistic, but it did splatter on the wall quite a bit, its little pieces of pulp seeking mercy from the ruthless spinning saw.
So, my first impression was probably pretty typical, but what can you do? As soon as I tasted the juice, I grimaced and said out loud to the kitchen wall, “Ugh, this tastes like shit-ass!” I added another half cup of bottled orange juice to try to mask the carrot/ butt flavor. I decided the reason that ginger is included in the recipe is to soothe the upset stomach that is often the result of imbibing foods that taste like unwashed butthole.
In addition to producing bad tasting juice (which could very well be my inexperience, but I’ve got 13 lucky more days to get this right!) the juicer is also super loud. I’m worried I woke up my new roommate. It’s bad enough I listen to my clock radio alarm blare soft rock from Magic 106.7 for half an hour every morning before getting out of bed to turn it off, without throwing the wood chipper into the mix. We’ll just have to hope my mind blowing, non-juicing culinary skills and unique charm will keep him from hating me!
I did feel oddly energized as I got ready for my day. That faded quickly later in the day, but since I have sleep apnea, complete with the super sexy Lady Vader mask, my energy levels are not a good indicator of whether or not the juice is having a good effect. Tonight, I will try again with a cucumber, spinach, and some other TBD fruits or veggies. No carrots, though- I’ve resolved to only torture myself with the tiny orange legs once a day!
- 5 months ago
- 2
Hey kids, it’s Self Help Inspirational Poem Time- YAYYY!!!
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.
walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
I walk down another street.
― Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery
- 5 months ago
- 1
@tumblrbot "ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?"
Dinosaurs. Because Jesus rode a dinosaur for your sins.
- 5 months ago
- 1
I can’t find a recipe for these on the interwebs, but here is a picture. I think I can do it! This will be the “labor” I put forth this weekend.
Deep-fried bacon wrapped snickers bar
- 9 months ago
- 22
Photo courtesy of Dave Kelts’ blog http://no2mbta.blog.com/
My Letter to MBTA’s Customer Service
I was on the disabled train stuck between Porter and Davis squares on the Red Line last night for over two hours. I am writing to complain about how poorly the MBTA handled the situation. Firstly, on the car I was in, the PA system was completely broken; we were all straining to hear the announcements and could not. For all we knew, there could have been a nuclear war above. We only knew what was happening when members of the train crew would walk through our car. Even then, they would talk while walking through the crowded car, making it very difficult for everyone to hear what they were saying.
They kept trying to push the train towards Davis, but it would move back in the direction of Porter. After more than an hour of lurching stops and starts, we were told the train was going to be evacuated and that we’d be walking 250 feet to Davis, and we were cautioned about the 3rd rail. Stupidly, we all got up, just to be told to wait for further instruction. The train staff kept apologizing, saying they were awaiting further instructions themselves. A half hour went by, then they led us all into the last 2 or 3 cars, presumably to finally evacuate us. Instead we were told, they’re moving the train to Porter. Even more time went by before the train finally moved and we were allowed to get off in Porter.
I’d like to illustrate this story with time intervals: I got on the T at Central at 6:25. I finally got off the train at Porter at 8:44. Keeping people on a disabled train for more than two hours with no bathrooms, no AC, and no working PA system is just cruel and ridiculous. I want to know why there is no Standard Operating Procedure in place for evacuating passengers on disabled trains, and why we were kept on the train for so long. While I do understand the safety risks posed by the third rail, if we were only 250 feet away from Davis as reported by the train crew, it is highly unlikely that anyone would have sustained an injury walking through the tunnel.
The fact that we were stuck on the train for a full two hours shows a humiliating lack of communication at the MBTA. There needs to be a set plan that the train crew follows in case of disabled trains; the crew should not have to wait for further instructions from even more disorganized higher-ups. Furthermore, I was not offered any free fares or any other compensation for the two hours I sat on that train. This incident is yet another illustration of how poorly run the MBTA transit system is. I am thoroughly disgusted.
- 1 year ago
- 16



