Maybe the mom should take responsibility for the fact that she gave birth to a fucking moron. But no let’s blame someone else and “make a movement” out of this…

“At least it’d be a little bit more than, ‘Here you go,'” Staples said. “That’s an explosive. They didn’t just hand me a license and put me in the car.”

Actually there is this thing called a label with words on it. You read the words from left to right and they make sentences. Those sentences spelled out that the fireworks were DANGEROUS and there was probably a symbol that accompanied them signifying danger. So your son failed to both read and heed visual warnings. What more do you want? Maybe one of those genies that pops out and says “Hey dumbass! That ain’t smart!”

If only life were so easy.



Dark corners… Sunshine

Opinionated Man:

Very nice words and emotion here! :) -OM

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We all have those days where we retreat to the dark, comfy corners of our mind. The place where we crouch in the corner allowing the least happiest of moments to come out and play. Depression parties and failure socials. We find solace in being committed to the lack, and emptiness in our lives. There is always that small part that reaches out while in the dark, wanting to feel something… Different.

I reached out my corner and into a place of joy, and it was YOU. Remembering when I laid eyes on you for the first time in so many years. I was already connected to you through effortless conversation before my eyes reconnected. Immediately, my insides struggled with wanting to run from you, while at the same time wanting to run into your arms but not understanding why. Rarely have I encountered someone giving off such strong energy…

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Spiritual Babylon?

Opinionated Man:

I am unsure what was more amusing the post or the comments/arguements that followed. LoL -OM

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So Violet asks, “I was wondering if you have a post that explicitly addresses how you believe a Christian who experiences same sex attractions should live their lives in terms of romance. I’d be interested to know if you think they should attempt a heterosexual marriage or just remain celibate….”

First let me tell a story. Several years ago I tried to take care of a man at the end of his life, racist, bigoted, sexually immoral to the point of believing that all marriage was a sham, intimacy with women was a pipe dream, his only worth and value was in his own sexuality, his conquests of women, of which there had been many. He had an extensive collection of art, all nudes of women, but he also had an intense rage and frustration towards women as a whole, because we allegedly had all failed to love him the…

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Broken Grass

So I broke the grass again. Well not all of it, parts of it. No one ever told me that if you don’t spread fertilizer evenly it kills your sod. I should just stop dealing with nature because obviously it hates me. I feel like at any moment Captain Planet is going to land in my yard and say “Holy Shit! Who fucked up this yard? I’m going to kick some ass!!!”