Our neighbor cares about his yard more than I am capable of caring about anything in this world.
It’s like saying I support your right to live as a woman, or a man, or as a person of color, or as a Texan. I might as well be saying I support your right to wear a green shirt.
Nobody working behind a bar or serving you cocktails thinks the work they do is worth $8 an hour. It’s hard damn work. It’s long, long hours spent on your feet almost the whole time. Breaks can be hard to come by, especially when the place gets busy. And the person behind that bar is a skilled worker. There’s a lot more to the job than filling your glass with beer.
Pop is NOT a dirty word. Remember, in his time, Mozart was the Pop Music of the day.
I have had it with these motherfucking ants in this motherfucking house
We don’t have a President so much as we have a Don. He’s the guy in charge, without question. He wants to rule with an iron fist. He’s that guy at a barbecue who drinks way too much and talks way too loud.
Asking for money is gross. It’s uncomfortable, awkward, demeaning, embarrassing, and anxiety-producing. It is decidedly un-Minnesotan. If you are insulted by this post, I completely understand, and I hope we can still be friends.
This could have been any of us. And brothers and sisters, if it’s you, don’t mess around with it. Please find some help.
What do you mean you’re taking my dream job away from me?