Small-breasted women have also begun to express their anger on the Internet when they suspect one of their brethren has decided to artificially augment what nature has given her.
Brethren? Do they even know what that word means?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Small-breasted women have also begun to express their anger on the Internet when they suspect one of their brethren has decided to artificially augment what nature has given her.
Brethren? Do they even know what that word means?
Brethren? Do they even know what that word means?
In Jamaica we'd say sistren, but I don't know how mainstream that term has gotten.
These days, schools are better at combating bullying, right?
The physical stuff, I think so. But the psychological stuff (name-calling, taunting, etc.) is still hard to deal with - harder now that the internet allows all sorts of nasty shit to said about people anonymously. Even if the victim avoids it, everybody else can read and share things that have been said/written.
Don't waste your breath getting outraged at a NYT trend piece, people! It's one outraged member of the IBTC!
Don't waste your breath getting outraged at a NYT trend piece, people!
I am outraged that flat chested women can ever be happy. Blasphemy. Don't even suggest it.
Don't waste your breath getting outraged at a NYT trend piece, people! It's one outraged member of the IBTC!
One outraged member with two friends!
Anyway, now I'm pissed off that Earl might ruin my CSA farm. I forgot about that part! My pickup tomorrow is already cancelled.
Earl aka hurricane Tino.
Anyway, now I'm pissed off that Earl might ruin my CSA farm.
That does suck. We're now out of it's path, but the part of the province with all the apple orchards is due to get hit...and it's the best apple season in years.
I guess I am heading to CB on Saturday??? If the storm doesn't wobble??? And my catsitting plans work out???
Earl IS Tino. He's been messing up my plans all week.
Nobody in school was ever as brutal as dear old dad, but I do remember getting punched square in the belly...on the bus...by a girl from my neighborhood. No discernible reason that I can recollect, though her home life was pretty awful too.
The outrage was being held equal in blame in the principal's eyes.
I think I've mentioned here before how weird it is, as an adult, to have pretty much ALL the schoolmates I have spoken to in the last 10 years, or so, apologizing for the ways that they treated me back then.
Not only can I scarcely remember what they are even talking about, but I couldn't possibly care less now. In fact, the apologies are way more awkward than any possible memories.
Aren't all hurricanes really named Tino?