Jamie Hein is an idiot as well as a racist. (What a surprise.) I have a vivid high school memory of perfumes, lotions, hair sprays and gels drifting across the surface in a scented--and occasionally visible--oil slick, every time the (overwhelmingly Caucasian) swim team hopped in to practice.
Everyone who climbs into a pool without a good shower is adding something to the water.
A person like that is going to keep raping. If they had driven him out of the area, he would've raped elsewhere, possibly in outlying areas with fewer police. Instead, the police chose to catch him on their own metro turf, where they had an idea of his M.O.
They weren't okay with it. I think they just wanted him contained.
Not necessarily. It's just that parental behavior just often provides a template for a go-to behavior or reaction for various situations, and it can be really easy to slip into.
However, if he's a thinker, and rejects his father's example, he might be able to leave all that in the dust with soul-searching (or professional help). If he doesn't really think about it, that's when it could be a problem.
However, if he's a thinker, and rejects his father's example, he might be able to leave all that in the dust with soul-searching (or professional help). If he doesn't really think about it, that's when it could be a problem.
A parental relationship is often at the center of this, in my experience. People grow up and replicate what their same-gender parent did.
I'll bet her husband was happy to Wait.
She must. Though Stefani also has extensions, and you can spot where they begin sometimes.
Fingers crossed for your mom!
If this guy had a leg to stand on, he'd be making his case to the girl, not to the public at large. This is the move of a man who has exhausted both his girlfriend and his friends with this bullcrap.
Maybe condoms are among the more successfully stolen items, especially in a three-pack . . . whereas filet mignon has a way of leaking through one's trousers at the most inopportune times. That's what I always claim it is, anyway. Steak. Not menses.
(It also occurs to me that if I were a druggist and saw a teenage boy stealing condoms, I'd rather the little shit have them than not.)
(It also occurs to me that if I were a druggist and saw a teenage boy stealing condoms, I'd rather the little shit have them than not.)
If you're short on tree ornaments, buy a 49-cent baggie of little metal ornament hangers and start hanging things from your sewing basket/craft drawer/junk drawer/costume jewelry collection. I supplemented my little collection of existing Christmas ornaments by using a combination of very old (1950's-60's) single rhinestone earrings, jeweled buttons, & jingle bells (with little curling ribbon bows I tied on top). With a couple strings of frosted white lights, the effect was delicate and Victorian.
She cray-cray.
I felt safer wandering in SF than in any other large American city. I've never been so sexually un-harassed.
I felt safer wandering in SF than in any other large American city. I've never been so sexually un-harassed.
I like my space, too. Zones and areas. Easy to heat. Easy to hole up in, if you need to.
If I'm ever a homeowner I want some small 20's or 30's two-story place (rewired) and a decently sized living room but otherwise . . . lots of defined little rooms and a cupboard under the stairs, and I will have an attic study with sloped walls . . .
Not some hideous, echoing, modern, generic behemoth.
If I'm ever a homeowner I want some small 20's or 30's two-story place (rewired) and a decently sized living room but otherwise . . . lots of defined little rooms and a cupboard under the stairs, and I will have an attic study with sloped walls . . .
Not some hideous, echoing, modern, generic behemoth.
That would be brilliant. I would join if I had a great excuse to turn down the Randoms I see infesting the pages of my friends when I shoulder-surf. I hate to hurt anybody, but neither can I stomach adding virtual strangers or most of the people I met prior to college.
Dammit, for a minute I thought you were talking about the NoNoNo Cat and got all excited.
I would be your Laura Palmer in a heartbeat; I've wanted to for years. Nude scanties, wrapped in plastic, cyanotic makeup, blonde wig . . .
(You're not in the PNW, are you?)
(You're not in the PNW, are you?)
Henry Rollins once talked onstage (perfectly earnestly) about how Ozzy has a man in a tent-like structure on the side of the stage, singing the high notes. It boggled my mind.
Maybe it's something to do with not wanting one's bellybutton to show. They have a way of turning inside out (which is natural, but I'd be uncomfortable displaying through a cocktail dress).
The way people go touching pregnant women's bellies at random and with little warning makes me think that a faker would wear something weighted, partially or fully silicone.
(Even though surely she has bodyguards to keep people from surprises. People are weirdly determined to touch pregnant women without their permission.)
(Even though surely she has bodyguards to keep people from surprises. People are weirdly determined to touch pregnant women without their permission.)
That's exactly what I thought of--well, more specifically, how the Italian police judged Knox for doing yoga in a hallway after hours of being interrogated. She's innappropriate. THEY just wish they had some crack.
Yeah.
Yeah.
