“most personal information”

And they just handed it over to some company.

He’ll need a presidential mistress. Melania already gave him a son, you know she doesn’t let him touch her anymore.

americans at least don’t actually use those two phrases in conversation

Well now they’re gonna know!

No dress rehearsal today, it’s the stage manager’s nap time, go practice your lines for a few hours.

Bless you for sharing this.

You are not putting me in that tacky ass Velcro wallet on a chain…

Yeah, it’s not really that much, but it’s precisely for that reason that I know after paying for my own necessities, I can’t afford mini-mes. And let’s not even get started on the emotional baggage I removedd up in childhood that keeps me convinced to this day it’s best to just not perpetuate a negative cycle my family seems stuck in.

How I do love that sweet, sweet expendable income.

How’d the professor like it? Sounds like an interesting topic, I’d hope it was a good grade.

The bronzer has likely seeped in and turned all the organs a disgusting orangish-brown.

This may have changed since they seem to alter how these things work from time to time, but I’ve found that if you just keep getting one captcha after another, and you know you’re not making errors, try solving them slowly.

Even with JavaScript disabled, I’m only seeing the first paragraph of the article.

Paywalled.

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Nah I’m good.

He was a peanut farmer.

Do you want basilisks? Because this is how you get basilisks.

Unfortunately a dollar in cut costs is more valuable than employee talent these days.

I’d love to work in Antarctica. I’d never pass the psych evaluation, though. Would be just my luck I’d have one of my major depression episodes and decide it’s a good idea to go freeze to death in the frozen desert. Given how great my last few days have been, it honestly doesn’t sound like a terrible idea now.

Plato wasn’t writing in some long-dead obscure language that we only have vague translations of, it was Greek. It’s not a matter of interpretation.

Gonna take a gamble and assume it’s because that scene didn’t actually have a pile of dildos on the judge’s desk.

The shoes on the bottom shelf amuse me for some reason.